I must fit into this system
My way of life: routine
Greed and lust are my only passions
A pent up killing machine
I can feel the rush, I crave it so
You can run but there's nowhere you can go
I need to feel the blood run down my face
Oh god, I love the thrill
The art of the kill
Past the point of assistance
I'm far too gone for regret
My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it
I need to make you suffer
I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip
A god-like feeling
Cry, my little child
In my hands I hold you life
You say you don't wanna die
It gets me off everytime
Slowly slipping further
Psychosexual exploitation, then murder
Infatuated with my inner exploration
I like to dissect girls
Did you know I'm utterly insane?
Oh well, never mind
To my place for an axe to the face
Oh god I love the thrill
The art of the kill
Past the point of assistance
I'm far too gone for regret
My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it
I need to make you suffer
I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip
A god-like feeling
Cry, my little child
In my hands I hold you life
You say you don't wanna die
And it gets me off everytime
How long can the madness continue?
I'm dull and full of worry
Narcissism made a master of me
Stop sounding so sad jean
I just had to go on a killing spree
Past the point of assistance
I'm far too gone for regret
My nightly bloodlust floods my days
I'm over consumed by it
I need to make you suffer
I long to hear you scream
This sweet sadistic power trip
A god-like feeling
There are no barriers to cross
Gain no knowledge of myself
No more barriers to cross
Gain no knowledge of myself
Knowledge of myself
Knowledge of my self