Kiss The Chain Saw

Take my hands, pain isn't hard to find
Taste the picture, taste the sin
I wanna choppof yo pretty little mind
And I think you know exacty what it means

Red is the colour that I shall use to
Cover my fuckin' four walls
My life's cracked, got my burned balls
But my house remains a paradise that never falls

Yo better bet, I'm not quite mad
It's a question of blood, it's a question of red
All my obsessions wanna paint
My walls with yo head

Death doesn't hurt that much
Are you afraid of love? Kiss the chainsaw
I need this sweet satisfaction
Won't you please show some reaction?