8 acessos
In need for my fix of rapture
To bathe in heavenly pleasure
I fear for a human encounter
Someone's gonna get murdered
I hide all this in my conscious
In a rotting soul of temptations
A continuing fall into darkness
Every night I fucking see the
Faces of my victims
Their dying screams, distorted
I live my life in the vortex
Of dead human voices
The faces of my victims
I bring death to the masses
I'm the birth control of the insects
Overload of the helpless
Makes me want to fucking kill you
The pills I took - controlled it
I threw them away - don't need it
I love my life in the vortex
Of dead human voices
Compulsive murder worship
I chose death and I loved it... Yes!
You fuckers are now my targets
So why even try to fight it?
I want to fucking kill you
I want to fucking hurt you
The less I try to resist it
The more I start to enjoy it
I want to fucking kill you
I want to fucking hurt you