My true self, comes out tonight, in the majesty of a drunken haze, I don’t know when I realised that I wanted to take your life. One drink, to calm my nerves, I lose control of myself. When this is over I’ll possess you forever hopeless, lost inside this web of lies.
I hate what I have become, so I pretend I’m someone else, I remember there beautiful faces, never names, but places, undress, beg for help, before I cave your skull in.
I watched her die, I watched them all die, and as she begged for mercy I told her that I love her.
I’ll give in, to my vices, anything to supress the voices that scream inside of my head, telling me she’s better off dead. She’s better off dead. She's better off dead.
She’s so beautiful but she doesn’t know it yet, as I admire her from a distance, she shows me everything, for my eyes only, it’s like she can smell I’m desperate and lonely. I took her head, I took her head across state line, I took her head, and then I fell by the wayside.
I've spent years, trapped out in the cold, immersed in voyeurism, this cruel world, has made me numb, has made me numb, to all the hate.
I don’t believe in anything, desensitised, to all the violence.
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