The Bloodlust
In the recesses of the world, the cesspool, and the carrion. The dark minds of humanity lurk in the shadows, awaiting their next victim. Some do it for fun, some do it because they feel it is their calling, some feel they are serving a higher purpose, and some do it cure their boredom. We, the innocent, suffer their tyranny. While there is some good in the world, there is most certainly evil. An evil that will never be extinguished.
From the shadows it stalks you
A creature of the night
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You feel it creeping closer
But it's hidden from your sight
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Those people tried to warn you
To walk close to where there's light
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But now you're just a victim
Of a heinous beast called fright
The bloodlust can never truly be satisfied. The thoughts of a killer will forever wander to the feeling of fresh blood trickling down their skin. They'll long for it, and they'll sate the need by any means necessary. They are uncaring, unforgiving, and psychotic. They feed on the fear and paranoia of their victims, and as they hunt, they are almost aroused by the fantasy of killing once again.
Now let's take it to another level
This cushioned life in which you revel
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It's the snobby style that makes me rebel
Lock your friends and family in my kennel
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There's a wickedness that you cannot ignore
A knife in your chest or some brains upon the floor
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You cannot escape this madness anymore
Like Rhyno, it's time to make with the gore
When the killer stalks his victim, both people can feel the intensity. The thrill of the chase. One lead by fear, and one lead by desire. There is a rare chance that the victim manages to escape their pursuer. However, there can be no escape from death. Sooner or later, the killer will feel the satisfaction of sliding a blade into someone's heart, or putting a bullet into someone's head.
Body after body and my soul is unforgiven
But that's a given because I'm sinning
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I'm not winning, but I'm not quitting
Nor am I willing to stop my killing
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The thrill of the chase, quicken pace
I'll peel the skin off your face
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From demonic symbolism to hectic cannibalism
From paranoid criticism to an empty padded prison
Time and time again, the killer is brought to justice by keepers of the peace. The good guys, the heroes, and the denizens of the light. However, the shadow of death can never be extinguished. So long as the light, and good exists in this world, evil will live forever. Murder will keep happening. Hate will still plague our minds. Darkness will still corrupt our souls. So long as there is good, there will inevitably be evil.
They call me crazy but they don't know me
I'm a psychopathic killer, not a phony
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I'm thirsty for blood because that's what I love
I'm sick of being pushed around, I'm sick of being judged
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Maybe it's time to show the world the truest vibrant colors
Maybe it's time to put my blade to all of these mother f**kers
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They might call me crazy, or think that I'm insane
But that's why they're the victims, and I'm master of this game
Within every killer lies a psychotic monster, uncontrollable and unstable. The thoughts and sadistic desires that flow through these minds are unprecedented and unfathomable. To truly understand the mind of a psychopath, you must BE a psychopath. The monster within is always watching, always in control of you. Rather than fight it, the maniacal host willingly allows the creature to rule over their every thought, feeling, and desire. It is purest form of madness.
Look at you quiver, look at you shiver, look at you cry
Knowing in your mind and heart that you're about to die
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Murderous natures are eating at my every orifice and thought
You cannot fathom this psychotic monster which has wrought
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Its way into my subconsciousness and terrorizes everyone
Before you know it, it's already over and the deed is done
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No one to save you from the agonizing torture you'll endure
Puddles of blood getting bigger as they spread across the floor
Insanity is a common condition in serial killers. To be insane is to do the same thing over and over and expect a different result. However, the result of a killing spree is always the same. This is how good inevitably triumphs over evil. But at what cost? Dozens to hundreds of lives lost, gallons of blood spilled. You ask yourself, 'when will it end?' It never will. That's the true horror. All you can do is accept it, and hope that it never happens to you.
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