Why?
Maybe it was the mourining, or was it the sorrow
Maybe it was the cuddling, or was it the horror

I dont know, I dont remember it clearly
I just know this - I was all bloody and filthy
she laid on her back, him breathing his last

Or was it the lust?
Something came over me, obscuring my clarity
Causing me agony, I felt that I must, no more
I couldnt handle it any more...

I saw that whore there, on the floor
Kissing, scworming, and him on her

Yeah, they didn't notice at first
and I watched him touching through her shirt
burning my fuse ever short...

Maybe it was my love, my love for her
Or was it that memory of us young, sleeping together
in slumber?

I think I know, it was the jealousy
or was it the zealosy?
or maybe the fantasy - of eternal love and sanity

Yeah, I took the gun out of the drore
and shot that whore, her fake love was nothing anymore.
he got up, naked in front of me
he cried out "oh my god!" like a coward lier
I shot his head, Spilling his brains in a shower
of pure power
That is why I sit here, on a chair of electric power
That's why...