Ted Bundy (Sin's Win)

[Sai-ßot (李)]

Ignite the flames, the crippled, the lame.

Tamed, but insane, the blood that floods his brain.

The rain that drops, the crops he chops.

Spouting racist shit, when the block is hot.

Caught in the act, for a matter of fact.

Involved with the light, but his back against the black.

Ahead, full steam, I continue to run.

And he swears he's my mom, at the same time as my sun.

What's fun to you? The pigeon, his Blue.

Born from dusk, together they knew.

Sitting in Coach, Alcatraz his abode.

He said, "Depart from me," his white robes soaked in blood.