Waking The Cadaver Connoisseurs Of Death
My thoughts control me
I can't hold back any longer
I must commit these acts
My fantasies compel me
Watching
Stalking
Waiting
Planning this perfect crime
I have studied your surroundings for months now
I know exactly when to make my move, and how I'm going to make my move
A perfect murder to me is all about strategy
So unaware as I stalk flawlessly
Repeatedly in my dreams I have pulled off this job
In front of the mirror as you prepare for sleep
This is when I sneak behind and put the barrel of the shotgun to your head
I like it when you see my face
A blow to the skull, I make sure you're still alive
I only kill quick when necessary, but this is a score I must settle
Now is when my fantasies come, so I reach for my blade
Inflicting this mutilation, slashing your face, stomping your body
I love to see you in such pain, for this pain is my ecstasy
Suck the barrel, and look at me in the eye
Do you think I really give a f..ck about what I'm going to do?
Decapitated by 12 gauge slugs, I can't even recognize half your body anymore
