• You made me angry
    And inside you made me cry
    And now you’ll face the price
    As you roll over and die

    I’ll exact the pain
    Give it to you in double
    Run away while you can
    And escape from the trouble

    I’ll sew those lips
    Where you release your talk
    It was indeed your fault
    To choose me to mock

    Cutting your chest
    I’ll rip out your heart
    I’ll cut it in half
    And use the blood for art

    I’ll cut your blood vessels
    And watch it as if flows
    Dripping and gliding
    As black as the crows

    I’ll rip off your nails
    As you squeal in pain
    Then I’ll cut your fingers
    And send a needle through your brain

    Enjoyment is a gift
    I get it from killing
    To me its quite fun
    And it is quite thrilling

    Your death will come slowly
    Delivered by this very knife
    Before you know it
    I’d have taken your life