Out of his mind and out of control, The sting of the whip has Yet buried His soul, To carry on with blood on his hands, Wreckless intent to destroy all he can, Don't care to die, so fuck all who try, Revenge and vengeance is never denied, Begging for your life, Will not help your cause, Now committing murder, Awaiting hells applause. In a drug filled craze, He fulfills his rage by Inflicting his own brand Of torment and the death He brings, that fall into his Plan chaos and mayhem will Be done, the moon will Swallow the sun, This is to be his suicide run, And kill and kill and kill And kill and kill Hunting down his enemies Destroying one by one, Not giving any pity or Remorse, for what he's done The killer lives inside him, it Has nowhere to go, Eventually he'll fall as the story goes