Questionable Ethics

You look at me with eyes filled with pain

And I stare back with a promise of death

I'll rape your sould undeniably

Join the others in my gallery

The need to kill

Why bother question

Give in to pleasure

And let blood spill

Questionable ethics

Predator of first degree

Crimson tides gushes forth

As I cut your throat

The urban jungle is my killing field

And let it drip blood into your eyes

Rip out your heart

Then tear them out

And puke into your dead skull

Your tortured moans of agony

Compose a wicked symphony

With the choir of the deadJoin the voices in my head