One existence to the goals my soul demands The sick and twisted, death is at hand
Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another life on fear, no given reason nothing is clear Nightmares now real, embrace the final Pleasure so Lunacy reigns, the victim, a of These murderous Disposal? No need, for all a calling card to see A mind deranged, no one plans on losing life this way Blood on my blade, stained by the my trucidations
The power that instills, of the kill Flowing my veins, the controlling of my ways
Adrenaline flows, lurking in the night until my choice close, under Restraint, now in my grasp is no escape Slicing the throat, to stop the screams on their they will choke To victimize, rattle marks the ending of this life
One existence to the goals my soul demands The sick and twisted, death is at hand, the power That instills, dissipation of the kill, flowing my veins, The of my ways
Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another taken Feeding on fear, no given nothing is clear Nightmares now real, the final moments so real Lunacy reigns, the victim, a trophy of these murderous No need, for all others a calling card to see A mind deranged, no one plans on losing their lives these Stained by from my trucidations Blood in my veins, I am controlled by trucidations