Ilsa

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Three gunshots in Satan's name
Thou shall not kill- we took in vain
Circle K clerk, who's life I'd end
Out one night with my best friend

Naked alone, bedroom mass black
Clawed erotic, can't take it back
I am yours Lord, Bringer of Light
Killing my parents just seemed so right

Sixteen years old, death row awaits
Possessed again, new psychic weight
Holy power, higher glory
Reality or allegory?


Writer/s: Brendan Griffiths, Dylan Griffiths, Joshua Brettell, Orion Peter, Sharad Satsangi, Tim Moyer