And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached Just to your left, there in the tub, lays your helpless victim And as you scrub, all went to plan, although something's missing Because there was no, no relief, no release, it's not what you hoped it would be Dissatisfaction's fires reign, and the hunt starts again Through all these years, the plan's evolved, to the point of perfection So why the lack, why no resolve, why no sense of closure The perfect victim, it's what you had and more than once before So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme, why are the fires raging on You know there's a hatred, that you've tucked away in the blackest annals of your heart And you feel the compulsion, no it's more than that, like the very threat of consumption Deny all that's rational, chase satisfaction, make violence and hatred the master And each drop of blood, each vessel you drain still won't let you turn the key You kill again without remorse, yet the demons still come screaming Each sacrifice is closer to your supposed perfect ending But in the end, all that is real is the blood on your hands Until you're caught or until you're dead, the hunt demands your tendingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
