Aisha - Death in Vegas
Aisha
We＇ve only just met
And I think you ought to know
I＇m a murderer
Babies need blood
I have a portrait on my wall
He＇s a serial killer
I thought he wouldn＇t escape
Aisha
He got out
We live in a cemetary
A cold and damp place
And science runs through us
Making us Gods
The rules are all Wrong
Every perversion is justified
They honestly believe dead bodies
Anything goes around here
I still want to to be human again
What am I
What am I
I＇m a murderer
Aisha
I＇m confused
Aisha
I＇m vibrating
I＇m a murderer
The Gods all suck