When they all came around they didn't say anything

Yo

This car was stolen

Early August, skin's sticking to the [??armor's trolling??]

Parked in Cold Spring

Satanic panics hard to hold in

Gouging hearts out of harlots, discard in clothing

Blood frosting, pentagrams, and lipstick in the carpet soaked in

Charm to go with buying drugs with the charge cards and throw it

The devil slipped the dust in the cigar and rolled it

Despondent road trip, pulled over slowing

I had two blondes devoted, sacrificed wrapped in tarp, while being charged with holding

The cops didn't even know it, even after they towed it

Sick sitting in a marsh since the cold hit

October gave them red rope around neck, start to glowing

Ligature marks from choking

Stomach with holes like five carps poked in

Butterfly larvae goes in

You should see them under the sun facing the sky

It looks sparkled golden

I trap their beautiful ghosts in garbage pails at home

?? notes to feds explaining how I followed two but the trail went cold

Careless if there it's froze or compared to ??

But I'm not I swear it's old

In a medical school hair is combed, no life spared to hold

No light there it's cold

Bugs crawling out of a teared in hole

What was behind their stare is stole

Death wrapped as a blanket around them, tailored clothes

I sleep with the pale and cold corpse of Annabel Lee but her stare's like Poe

And I won't let the scamp dry

Snatch the upper half's line

The stash knife made it a fast fight

Even on black tar you won't catch me on half life

Hooker slash, slid naked dead in the back iced

Flick on Karen Carpenter as I watch that girl got strangled and stabbed die

That white van's mine surrounded by federals parked by the campsite

Cadaver dogs and MagLites

I splash dyes

Psychedelia flash lives

Testing drugs like lab mice

I leave him with internal bleeding from bashed spines

Came to slash rappers leaving the gash wide

Supercoven flag ship holding the mast high

Rolling the liquid in grass

Rolling holding the mast high

And collapsing like the weak veins my boy's needle went through

Lead doomsday cults ??

I am the people's temple

The leaves are yellow

As leaves are [??fenneled??]

I'm such an outsider for six years critics thought I was feralled

(James C. Dobson: You are scheduled to be executed tomorrow morning at 7:00, if you don’t receive another stay. What is going through your mind?---Ted: I won’t kid you to say it is something I feel that I am in control of or something that I have come to terms with, 'cause I haven't. It’s a moment-by-moment thing. Sometimes I feel very tranquil and other times I don’t feel tranquil at all. What’s going through my mind right now is to use the minutes and hours I have left as fruitfully as possible, and see what happens. It helps to live in the moment, in the essence that we use it productively. So right now I’m feeling calm, in...) [excerpt from Ted Bundy's final interview]