I close my eyes - I’m not dreaming All around the sound of screaming My hands are dripping scarlet rivers Intermingling, mixing with my crocodile tears Sadistic smiles and evil pleasures The thrill of the kill – that’s all that matters A shrill scream, a gurgled cry A hidden lie, what a pitiful guy A little girl, a damsel in distress Him and her and all the rest A gleaming dagger, a heavy gun A bow and arrow, what’s not to shun? What brings me pleasure brings their demise It’s what I love and yet despise
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