Homicidal Rant
Victim spotted in a mind's eye
Learn to mistrust, time to die
Soft skin held tight in a hand
Now the cold skin holds his trance
Eyes fixated on a plan of attack
No measure too small, no blood will lack
Groan of fear, last breath expelled
Weakening grip, innocent fall
Excitement arise
Violent contact
Look into cold eyes
Homicidal rant
Veins empty blood
So much blood
Drawn from this blade
There will be no exemption
No one
All they must be slain
Be slain
Autor(es): Brett Hoffmann / Phil Fasciana
