Not making love under the rain
nor breathing fragrance of jasmine
Not hiking hand in hand in May
Don't even feel that it is Spring
You have avoided me like Ghost
You have ignored me all the Time
I'll never tame my growing Thirst
and None of you I will call Mine
I'm virgin being Twenty-Three!
Could you imagine Things like that?!
Nice girls don't ever Talk to me!
I never saw a sweet wet Twat!
Fear of rejections like Snakebites
has led me to plan my ReVenge
A Guy that noone ever likes
will show you bloody face of Death!
I have a seat in my damn Car
I take my Camera with me
A handy Handgun's not too far
And here is What is gonna be:
You hear my sick satanic Laugh
Enjoy my car that slaughters Teens
Evade my Bullets - no success
Last shot is made in my damn Head!
