Paroles de Bay Harbor Butcher

Cold, empty, emotionless Life has no meanings No great objectives To be accomplished No purpose in normality Ghosts from the past Confront with the future Change the way of living Creating a big nothing inside Pretend a normal life Hide your true self And never forget The monster lies within Extreme acts Food for the alter-ego You kill to fulfill The vacuum of existence Witness the beauty of the killing Enjoy the only real pleasure Make the murder your art Kill only by your code The gift of life is in your hands To crush as you want To mark one like you To purify your true self Pretend a normal life Hide your true self And never forget The monster lies within Extreme acts Food for the alter-ego You kill to fulfill The vacuum of existence