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 f**ing 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 d**h to the ma**es
i'm the birth control of the insects
overload of the helpless
makes me want to f**ing k** 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 d**h and i loved it... yes!
you f**ers are now my targets
so why even try to fight it?
i want to f**ing k** you
i want to f**ing hurt you
the less i try to resist it
the more i start to enjoy it
i want to f**ing k** you
i want to f**ing hurt you