Entrails

Epitome of Death

Entrails


Wings of darkness, embrace me
For I am chosen, I am set free
Killing for pleasure is what I do

Death, you quench my thirst, I don't care who

Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix

Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death

Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death

The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife
Tears and screams, as I take their lives
There is something inside me, a growing lust
The relentless urge has become a must

Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks

Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death

Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death

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