fear fills your wounded body hunger feeds my solid greed cold blade becomes bloody one that makes you not to breath you can't breath
this aggression is my social apathy increased to sadistic instincts forcing me like mist creeping now my eyes can't see my alter ego says you've got to bleed it needs your body suffering pervert your being through and through
knife in my hand and near lies torn man mud of his blood but what am i doing here cuts at his neck the vomit splattes through it tears of the agony of agony trash of the limbs i swear i didn't do this air becomes venom what am i doing here
sick.i can feel from the bottom it's my fault bleeds.he still bleeds.coughs blood
misdirective run away remember body torn apart saliva-blood-vomit-package, exquisite art! to pieces torn apart
bleed cough your blood scream now you can just call me anger now you can just call me anger