With eyelense perfection, stalking my victims to be, I'm divine dissection The truth in my blade sets you free. not borderline psychotic, baby I'm all the way No bogeyman nor Gothic, you see me every day
Eyes to see, ears to hear Tongue for speech. a mind to fear
All I need the murder fix, addicted to malice high, no prayers nor no crucifix Will help you you will die, shivering with extasy as the razor meets the flesh Demonstrate supremacy. put the creep to death
Deathrush, junkie to cold homicide Deathrush, the sight of blood still gets me high
Enjoying my own carnage spree, your screams just get's me higher, striking without warning Bleed for the king of fire, can't await my coming down, can't live without the screaming Another victim must be found to keep me high and dreaming
Deathrush, junkie to cold homicide Deathrush, the sight of blood still gets me high Deathrush, deathrushTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
