stress never got to me, eating chill pills like candy
but my solution works
I've got a new hobby, human taxidermy
and my collection grows
that s**t art school really paid off
what do you think of my work now,
professor
maniac is out to get you, you cannot escape
maniac is out to get you, dying is your motherfucking fate
my needle, pierces the skin
I pull the guts out from within
I embalm them alive
now, for my last piece
my final masterpiece
rots in pieces, no more
I set up my gruesome workshop
drinking their blood in the name of my blood god
maniac is out to get you, you cannot escape
maniac is out to get you, dying is your motherfucking fate
I own their bodies, I own their souls
human trophies
my sweet Alice looks even better now
sown back together
maniac is out to get you, you cannot escape
maniac is out to get you, dying is your motherfucking fate
perfect world full of perfect people
dead people
