Awoken by the cries of angels
Lying in a pool of blood
The taste of death on my lips
From silencing hypocrites
Myself and my machete
Are the only things I love
The only things I trust
Satisfying my blood lust
I adore skinning their bodies
The music of their screams
A symphony of my dreams
Putting an end to all their schemes
Everyone is out to hurt me
So I eliminate them first
Revenge is all I thirst
And you think I’m the worst
They labeled me a psycho
But the quacks got me all wrong
No choice but to kill what’s harmful
In my world they don’t belong
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