Sickness

Awake i feel you
i need to get away
lust i hear it in your voice
time is running out
the end is apon us
the sweet taste of death
runs down my back
the beautiful sound of tears
the screams of pain
the crazy voices
my lullaby
think I'm joking
you have no clue
images of murder
running thought my mind
i am not a killer
only in my dreams
now listen to me closely
hear my silent screams
death is now apon us
the end is sure to come
and this will be the day
when i get my reward
and you'll all start to pay