Soulless

The next work is done

this was not number one

now the mind is satisfied

another innocent soul has died

with time comes over the desire

to strangulate one with a wire

some like to call me the waste of mankind

I deliver them from their sad existence

some say I should better be unborn

I'm just the reflection of you

at night I lie awake in my bed

before my eyes the faces of the dead

sometimes the fears are hunting me

that no one is able to stop me

can not explain the reasons

for all the voices in my head

they guide me and command me

all the things you cant imagine

to slice up the body into pieces

but it's not an act of malice