Lyrics

Yesterday I dreamed I killed a little girl Cut off her head Stuck out her brown tiny eyes Gotta feel good, gotta feel good When I see her blood on my kitchen wall When I feel her pain in my soul How could some people asked whether I'm ill When I feel well I killed a little girl in my kitchen and I feel better than ever This time... this time........ when I do it again My face painted red. blood runs out her neck, her skin is so soft Yes i am a good tailor Gotta feel good, gotta feel good When I see her blood on my kitchen wall When I feel her pain in my soul How could some people asked whether I'm ill When I feel well I killed a little girl in my kitchen and I feel better than ever This time.... this time..... when I do it again