You are too stupid to understand, reread
She said "there is no reason" - to kill her
And the truth is plain to see - that you are a demon
But I wandered through my playing cards - the illuminati game of chance
Would not let her be - Had to do his ritualistic rights
As the miller told his tale - Mill press is a driller
That her face, at first just ghostly - she was dead
Turned a whiter shade of pale - drained of blood after pineal gland is removed
There is more in that song too.