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!!!!