Testo di Sense Of The Diabolic

What plagues the brain To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic The killers of killers Slumped the mangled body Up against a tree Like a hunched over scarecrow In a fetal position During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard Gagging on dirt Packed deep into the lungs Eyes branded, have no color Cornesa engraved Random incisions sliced deep Through the muscle exposing bones What plagues the brain To drive a clever child Into what we see As a threat to society Plucking his victims From the veins of the city An endless supply Of new desires Fill the craving for A sense of the diabolic During torture Trussed up like a hog In the blackness of the forest Screamings unheard The killers of killers