El Diario de Bagman

Hey, how's it going
I was recently in a house
An abandoned house
Full of blood and cardboard
And among those cardboard boxes, I found a diary
Bagman's diary
I'm going to read you a few pages

Dear diary, what can I tell about myself
I don't have many friends around here
On TV they say I'm crazy
I live with my dead family, whom I eat little by little
Isolated from society
Although I approach occasionally to observe
Those people do everything so wrong
In my fridge is where they should be
*Hobbies
-I like to go hunting
-Eat a couple of eyelids a day
-Appear under your bed and wait for you to fall asleep to give you a thrill
It's so fun to kill them
There are bellies that deserve to be pierced by pipes
I call it justice
Bagman's justice
Tomorrow I'll go burn a couple of kids at the nursery
At least I don't live by lies
I don't let society influence me
I love wasting my life
To be the eternal master of yours
I behave like a good kid
Because I like to scrub the blood when I cut fingers

Bagman, bagman, I'm bagman

Whether you ask for forgiveness or not
Death takes control
Bagman
I just need some good scissors and a bit of imagination
Bagman
My mind is twisted
And your skin torn on the table

Bagman, bagman, bagman

I considered myself a normal person
Until mom forced me to eat dad's eyes
It wasn't me
It was her fault
They were so good soaked in blood
I love snacking on cheaters
I eat them
If they don't respect their women
I'm not a killer
I'm a vigilante
Bullfighters' penises
Hang on my walls
I can't distinguish reality
Life is a linear curve
Distorted by you
Everything made more sense
Since I crushed my sister
And posted it on social media
People think I'm crazy
When I think I'm pretty sane
Is it because of this weird bag?
-Cleaning blood is a hassle and I don't want to mess up my face
At least I don't live by lies
I don't let society influence me
I love wasting my life
To be the eternal water of yours
I behave like a good kid
Because I like to scrub the blood when I cut fingers

Bagman, bagman, I'm bagman

Whether you ask for forgiveness or not
Death takes control
Bagman
I just need some good scissors and a bit of imagination
Bagman
My mind is twisted
And your skin torn on the table
Bagman, bagman, bagman

Did you like it?
These are the daily writings
Of a person who killed and ate his victims
The most interesting thing
Is that on the last page it said
That whoever read the diary
Would die in the worst possible way