I hear the dead
Voices inside my head
Return again
Insomnia, no sleep
Voices are with me
And they scream unbearably
Murder, the only way
They need more blood with alarming rate
Thank God there's more to kill and rape
The only way they'll go away
I dwell in my destiny
To live a life in lunacy
Murder, murder
Kill now or hear the
Voices
Something is wrong with me
I see dreams I shouldn't see
I get no rest or a silent night
Without a dead body by my side
Yet, I hail my legacy
To walk knee deep through depravity
Old school torture and sex
With bodies I now detest
My soul has been erased
Felt it crumble every day
I call this a fair trade
The void of sounds will soon remain
The void of sounds will soon remain
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