Talk - whisper to me
Slithering fantasies of cleaning bones, lucid dreams
Yearning to become real
The luscious slitting of throats, what fantasy?
These fictions so real, so far from doll's reality
Restricting me, frustrating me
The dreams that were so real to be called a memories,
Digging into my head...
No theory, no medication, no session,
Can shed light upon the monster I am told to become.
No theory, no medication, obsession,
The smell of blood, the soothing of the pain I can't get rid off...
A medical condition? No, you cannot call me insane
I don't have a brain which could go crazy.
These fictions so far from doll's reality
Restricting me, frustrating me
The nightmares so real that I'm crying every night,
Released the rage in me!
Set in motion the first kill
Adrenaline, rushing me
The passions of lacked emotions,
Released the reality destroyed in me.
Swing the sword, hang the rope
The tales of my coming painted in a spree of gore,
Do say your prayers, they shall be answered,
By the cutting of blades as your insides are drained...
No more smiles - My mouth hasn't been made for this
A spree of murder - Unleash my insanity
Meticulous plan, the fruition of years of mental disorder
Bodies frozen in ice, No more lives to spare,
Left behind for them to find nothing.
Talk - whisper to me
Slithering fantasies of cleaning bones, lucid dreams
Yearning to become real
The luscious slitting of throats, what fantasy?