I must fit into this system My way of life: routine Greed and lust are my only passions A pent up killing machine I can feel the rush, I crave it so You can run but there's nowhere you can go I need to feel the blood run down my face Oh god, I love the thrill The art of the kill Past the point of assistance I'm far too gone for regret My nightly bloodlust floods my days I'm over consumed by it I need to make you suffer I long to hear you scream This sweet sadistic power trip A god-like feeling Cry, my little child In my hands I hold you life You say you don't wanna die It gets me off everytime Slowly slipping further Psychosexual exploitation, then murder Infatuated with my inner exploration I like to dissect girls Did you know I'm utterly insane? Oh well, never mind To my place for an axe to the face Oh god I love the thrill The art of the kill Past the point of assistance I'm far too gone for regret My nightly bloodlust floods my days I'm over consumed by it I need to make you suffer I long to hear you scream This sweet sadistic power trip A god-like feeling Cry, my little child In my hands I hold you life You say you don't wanna die And it gets me off everytime How long can the madness continue? I'm dull and full of worry Narcissism made a master of me Stop sounding so sad jean I just had to go on a killing spree Past the point of assistance I'm far too gone for regret My nightly bloodlust floods my days I'm over consumed by it I need to make you suffer I long to hear you scream This sweet sadistic power trip A god-like feeling There are no barriers to cross Gain no knowledge of myself No more barriers to cross Gain no knowledge of myself Knowledge of myself Knowledge of my self