Innocent mind absolved of any sin committed in life Ethic it's just another word to not comprehend Open mind, confused world A blank book I'll write red Perturbation in my mind Unleashing the inner beast Voices calling from inside, from the dark part Tempting the beast, eager to kill Suggesting dark deeds, I cannot deny Clearly, instantly, telling me how to bring death Clean hands are the device The mission can be applied The knife is the source They use to communicate Adrenaline raises Shivers down my spine Stepping into the dark Symphony of imminent murder The knife draws the line on the victim's throat Spilling his blood A cruel crimson scene Uncertain regret envelopes my soul Rejoicing in death, a purpose fulfilled