You hold no qualms with taking a life
By subjecting your captive to your cruel knife.
Yet, even if it were my own son
Temple resting on the barrel of my gun,
I would pull the trigger, spilling blood and cold sorrow
Knowing my child wouldn't see another morrow.
Burning effigies lay etched in my brain
Largely indifferent to another's pain.
Screams of agony ring hollow to your ears
No one turning 'round to dry mourning tears.
What of those who raise their fist and bellow,
"You shall not harm another fellow!"
I was one of those, the brave, the daring.
But soon I went to no longer caring
For the fearful life I held in my hands,
Bending to my bitter whims and demands.
For what do I care if one lives or dies?
I wish to listen to their collective cries.
Their weeps are my euphoria
My chuckles are their dysphoria.
Parasitic siphon fueled by dread
Soon my prisoners will be among the dead.
Whom among you will dearly depart?
It shall be you, with your palpitating heart.
Come now, don't worry, all will be well:
For each breath you take draws you closer to Hell.