Consider this a confession, there’s sulfur on my breath. Bring me death. I can feel the hate running straight through my veins. My nerves are wearing thin like a fine chardonnay. I can feel the hate. I live a life of pain. No one is safe. I’ve killed before and I liked it. Didn’t you hear what I said? I’ve killed before and I liked it. Don’t you dare tell me it’s in my head. Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? “Hey Paul!” Something is happening, I need blood to fill my needs. I tried to tell you but you didn’t listen, I’m into murders and executions. I can feel the hate. I live a life of pain. Bring me death.