Haunted by my concious
Living my life in hell
Didn't
(fuckin) hestitate
When I moved in for the kill
Screams echoed in the distance
And I cannot ignore
Smiling at the memories
When I slaughtered the whore
Skin hera live
Time has come to confess
I did it for the thrill
I had never ever dreamt of
That it would be so nice to kill
Blood colours my thoughts
Slipping out of time
Murder is my crime
Skin her
(fuckin) alive
Writer(s): Frederik John Estby, Matti Johani Karki, Rickard Hans Cabeza, David Sven Blomqvist
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