Tormented in a cell with fifty chambers
Aimed by knifes and daggers
They are looking for my corpse
But my soul gets madder
Blood scatter and splatter
All spreads apart
I try to dig in your heart
With a spoon grinding at its veins
I want to feel your pain
I want to feel the anguish
But I vanquish in the dark
Because my enemies is what I relinquish
Piece by piece they fall with knifes in their throat
Bullet holes in civilians and children, choking
I'm laughing, all this anger fills
Cause killing is a trill, joking about what you feel
