The Art of a Maniac

A hunger to kill, murder all in sight
Death's my delight

A heart full of hate, you all create
Stabbed in the back, I'm a fucking maniac

A blade gripped with rage, to redecorate your face
Wipe your stain from this earth

I'm the devil and I'm here to the devil's work
I will recreate all your bodies with my bloodstained saws and pounding hammers
Saw your limbs off, salt your wounds and poke your eyes out, leave you doomed
And force feed you all your flesh as you shit yourself inside out

I wasn't born into this trade
Society made me this way
Crumbled up and thrown away

Call it murder or call it art?
The question that keeps us all apart
It's been the same since the start

Phase one is done, nothing left to kill
A void I must fill

Back on the hunt, you're next you cunt
Turn around and scream, I'm a fucking maniac

Fucking maniac!