Deviant Thoughts
Thinking alone, in this little cell
I do not need to ask for anything
I'm not afraid of death I already had fun with it
I wrote a confession for your delight
I was making angels
God loved those children more than their own mothers
I used to do it for money
Although sometimes for pleasure
You know that there is no remorse
When you do it again and again
Again and again
It was not the madness, neither Laudanum
It was something you cannot suspect
Mine are marked on their neck
I could not tell how many were
The putrid smell will lead you to them
Now I just want to be in hell
If you want my last words I have nothing to say
The sound of bells is heard
The crowd screams exalted
While everyone is waiting
For my death
My time has come I'm willing to die
It makes no odds if I die, my angels were created
Nobody will ever find a clue
You will never know where the others are
I leave this world but I'll be remembered
forever as the Angelmaker
I have told them the truth and nothing but the whole truth
I have done this awful thing and I know that I alone shall have to answer for it
Forever as
Forever as
The Angelmaker
Autor(es): Mauricio Balanza, Ricardo Gutiérrez, Álvaro Gutiérrez