Assassin Psycopath

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!!!!