Morticians MePsychopath
MePsychopath
You know there's no excuse for living. Why do you still refuse to give in? Start screaming! We're synchronized.
You're lost not to be found, I'm bloodstained. And still your smothered sound remained, remain disrupted. I change my face.
Knife, slice, cutout doll
Bad, bad, naughty, naughty, shame, shame. You deserve some pain.
(in the original version: Overload, lost, psychic forces. No way, no way, I can't resist. Must, must, life is meaningless. Without the killing).
