كلمات Decimation

A diseased mind wanting to kill The difference of life and death the same Forced to die against your own will Hi cracks a grin as you wither away The knife sunk in your chest again Will the homicide ever end Disembowelment, the killings seem the same Removal of the visceral mass to him it's just a game Decimation Ritualistic death, waiting to hear your last breath I get pleasure from watching you die Your remains are mine to do as I please A collage of the dead fills my wall Slicing and hacking I do it with ease Fall to the ground and scream all you want It does no good for your sleep t shall haunt Flowing, a stream of red death Something not right in the mind Slice your thoat from behind Creep up to you in your sleep Stick a blade down in deep No need to have fear Don't shiver when I'm near