Bitter Defeat

Deep from under my skin
Something comes alive
A perverse affection with the jugular vein
Fresh blood i must find
I love the site of lacerated flesh
The hunt the thrill the smell
No need to pray motherfucka
'cause we're both going straight to hell
I grab my knife, slice deep into his neck, severing the trackia
Crimson trails run down his back collecting in a pool of blood
Homicidal, it's all worth while
For the scent of fresh blood
It's smells so sweet
New found glory