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