Obsessed with the longing for murder
Yearning for the rush and the thrill
Safe in our home is what we're always told
But the truth is a sight to behold
Randomly picked, no specific targets
It could be him, her or both of them
Tonight my hands are red with blood
And it will be my doing
Untargeted, nondiscriminatory
There is nobody that I wouldn't pick
To be my next unlucky victim
This time it could be you
Never-ending lust for killing
Innocent or guilty, no preferences
Soothing my fixation on the night
Their life ends at my hands
My blade is craving to drain the sap of life
Forcibly taking away the human essence
Until there's nothing but a slumping corpse laying at my feet
And on it is my name
A rude awakening by violent means
Dull rusty blade pressing hard against your neck
Struggling is futile, it's already too late
Time to die, time to accept your fate
No mercy for my victims, I yearn for their screams before a deafening silence
Never before have I enjoyed such violence
No remorse for those who meet the end of their lives by my hands
I taste their blood to excite me, I can't stop killing, I keep craving
No mercy for my victims, I yearn for their screams before a deafening silence
No remorse for those who meet the end of their lives
By my hands