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 borrusion (??) 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