Psycho Path

We've all got the power in our hands to kill
But most people are afraid to use it
The ones who aren't afraid control life itself

I watch and study you
For days and nights ahead
Anticipating all your moves
Till I lay you down to rest

Nowhere to run, no place to hide
I can see the fear within your eyes
Suffocating with disgrace
As arousal takes its place

Desecrate your flesh and bones
Agonizing screams
Decomposing, left to rot
As I consume the memory

Walking through the burial grounds
They linger with disgust
Digging to expose my lustful
Desire for revenge

Some call me a natural born killer
But I've been taught to kill or be killed
Therefore, I'm a survivor
In a world where pain becomes pleasure

The needle penetrates my vein
As people watch with pride
No remorse to show the weak
Dead memories are mine to keep

Segregated from the womb
Left to die with opened wounds
Raised with never ending hate
I thrive with every life I take

Resurrected from the past
Redemption will be mine at last
Your worst creation has reborn
In time my path will be known

Some call me a natural born killer
But I've been taught to kill or be killed
Therefore, I'm a survivor
In a world where pain becomes pleasure

You feel the last bit of breath leaving their body
You're looking into their eyes
A person in that situation is God