The next work is done
this was not number one
now the mind is satisfied
another innocent soul has died
with time comes over the desire
to strangulate one with a wire
some like to call me the waste of mankind
I deliver them from their sad existence
some say I should better be unborn
I'm just the reflection of you
at night I lie awake in my bed
before my eyes the faces of the dead
sometimes the fears are hunting me
that no one is able to stop me
can not explain the reasons
for all the voices in my head
they guide me and command me
all the things you cant imagine
to slice up the body into pieces
but it's not an act of malice