Madness Overwhelming
Excruciating Pain
My Brain Aches For Release
I Will Suffer Until I Kill
Weapons Have Been Gathered Now I Seek My Prey
Senses Heightened As I Stalk
Distorted Means Of Pleasure
Taking Human Life
Uncontrolled Obsession
Murder Is My Vice
Aberrant Compulsions
Kill For Peace Of Mind
My Consuming Passion
Murderous Appetite
Ferociously Attacking
Stabbing All I See
Blood Is Spraying On My Face
Hands Are Punctured In Defense
Brutally Dismembered
Parts Are Growing Cold
A Natural High Achieved By Death
Perverted And Twisted
Bizarre Thoughts Are My Norm
It Is My Nature To Murder
If I Stop I Know I Will Die

[Solo: Erik Rutan]