Punish you for what you've done  You better run for shelter  Wrathful thinking has begun  It's time for helter-skelter  Subliminal messages put into my brain  And crammed into my head  I catch a rush inflicting pain  Well after victim screams no more  A figment of my imagination  Becomes this tragic ordeal  I've done this to shock the nation  I'm heartless you know how I must feel  Carving away into this twisted figure  So savagely yet so quietly  I've drained the life from this wounded creature  Carressing her body so violently  Reassuring myself I gouged the baby  From sharons bleeding womb  Poor sharon tate and unborn child  Forever to be entombed...