There's a statistic of people being murdered Since the beginning of time Multiple weapons and methods have been practiced But there's only one number one Those can be found in the darkest of prisons Always ready to the task Effective infection turns lethal if wounded By staining the blade with your shit Embraced by the shadow of murder No compromise Blood splattered all over objects A passional crime No sound but only the screaming A silent device The maximum pleasure of killing By stabbing someone Insertion, deep inside the human body With no incitation Descending cuts, from a sharpen object Forensics at the crime scene The blood stains from the stabbing motion Lead us to conclusion The final moment, of this severed person Takes us to an horrid scene There's satisfaction in the action of ruthlessness No need to use gun control A small dedication for knives in this sharpened waltz Those that enlightened my hearth Embraced by the shadow of murder No compromise Blood splattered all over objects A passional crime No sound but only the screaming A silent device The maximum pleasure of killing By stabbing someone Insertion, deep inside the human body With no incitation Descending cuts, from a sharpen object Forensics at the crime scene The blood stains from the stabbing motion Lead us to conclusion There's never enough knives