The Last Ten Seconds of Life
Birth of the Butcher
Keep my secret from every stranger
With my smile I captivate them
Lure them back into this hell I hide
Oh, the rush and thrill as I reveal the other side
Scream out for help all you want to
No one loves you, that's why I chose you
Hate filled veins, I fight the urge
Release of pressure as I let blood spill
Born of an evil design
Bathe in blood
I fight the urge
Bathe in blood
Born of an evil design
No man would want to bе like this
Why was I? Why was I?
A flesh addiction
Cursed in thе image of the human condition
No one would want to be like this
Tell me why, tell me why
A flesh addiction
Cursed in the image of the human condition
I hide in plain sight
Just blur between the lines
Painting a perfect picture
With sick little lives
Dissecting skin and bone
Sick little lives
Dissecting skin and bone
Sick little lives
Born of an evil design
Beg for your life
Born of an evil design
I am the butcher
Born of an evil design
Beg for your life
Born of an evil design
I am the butcher
No man would want to be like this
Why was I? Why was I?
A flesh addiction
Cursed in the image of the human condition
No one would want to be like this
Tell me why, tell me why
A flesh addiction
Cursed in the image of the human condition
No man would want to be like this
Why was I? Why was I?
A flesh addiction
Cursed in the image of the human condition
Give me the chair
Hang me high
Shoot me dead
Before I kill again
Please
I hate myself
And I can’t stop the sickness
The taste of blood begs
Cursed in the image of the human condition for all time