Nine to five makes me suffer
So I choose to sit and rot
Great orgasm I feel
Dwelling in mortification
Now I become the master of slaughter house
There will be blood
They will witness great despair
I shall bleed
These cruel intensions to ripe
Feeding my demon inside
Inspires me to kill
Dream of carnage
Blame on society
Far beyond sanity
Far from prudent
Locked myself for far too long
Hypocritically attempt to drag me out
Repulsive action to avoid it's peace