Cloistered, distressed, immersed
Sabotaged by my own mind
Amidst an inherent chaos
After a strong light I wake up

Sweat, tear, cold pale skin
Traces of a sick mind
His past torments him
Inside him an immense evil grows

A deafening voice guides you
Take this knife
Your family, maybe?
Even not understanding, he reflects
On what will you be committed soon

I don't see faces, I don't hear anything
Just the hissing of bones with the razor
Hot blood running down the floor
Should I have done it or not?

A lapse of reality surrounds me
I try, but my body doesn't move
But a voice keeps insisting to say
Kill
Kill
Kill