Sickness

This overwhelming sickness
This pleasure in death
This right to freedom
The weekness in meth

The pleasure in pain
The pleasure in killing
Terror etched forever
The screams are so thrilling

The mechanical stabs
And weakening blows
The sickness lives on,
And my weakness never shows

The blood flows
Onto the floor
The dripping of crimson
Leads to the door

The terror lives on
As the next victim sees
The born killer
They fall to their knees

You cannot stop
The sickness takes control
You live for death
Your only plan, your only goal

You hate it and love it
The demon in your head
This killing pleasure
It wants everyone dead

You can only kill on,
As the sickness grows
Only live on,
As the dripping blood flows