In the cold, dark night
My heart feels like the sun
Not from the crashing thunder
But from the deeds I've done
It eats at me inside
The lives that I keep stealing
My mind, so sick and twisted
My hands, devoid of healing
I drug and rape the women
The men I burn alive
Sometimes I like to let them watch
And then cut out their eyes
Any children will be tortured slow
So screaming parents hear it
I force them, then, to fuck the corpse
To completely break their spirit
I stuff some body parts in boxes
Then send them to the cops
I feed the rest to my starving dogs
Wanting more, they lick their chops
My gloating sticks the knife in deeper
No one's sure who will be next
My choice is a policeman's daughter
Law and disorder intersects
There is no way that I will stop
There's nothing that can touch
Holding the heart as it beats its last
I like it way too much
I like to hear the screams of pain
See the moment of realization
That this is how their lives will end
In utter humiliation
Yet something makes me feel this guilt
For the lives I must atone
How could it be doing this?
I thought my consciense overthrown
I'm tortured by my acts
But that's the price I pay
I'd give the Devil anything
To make it go away |