Assassin Psycopath کے بول

Sometimes i feel like a butcher Then i want to put to practice My surgical proceedings To exhume... To Annihilate Another dead in my table Her face has the disfigured anatomy Maiming done with a dagger Everythings prepared to the awe show I perceive some bodily excretions Smell of putrefied muscles on the room Torrid blood broken neck Full of stabs in your jugular I have a bad sensation When your stomach is removed She looks, understand my thoughts with those paralyzed eyes Renewed in chaos!!!!! Assassin Psychopath After hours of scatological dismemberments Kill will always be my Dogma Violence is my way of survival It's time to go home Tomorrow is just another day Another day in morgue!!!!