Slit cut left gaping open
The wounds inflicted are so deep
The blade once removed must be cleansed of the flesh and blood
Now staining the steel
The thrill of the kill and pain I cause knowingly really drives me wild
I see you face and laugh and like it I want you to writhe

Trapped in the moment
Trapped in the instance
Trapped in what I believe to be reality
Trapped in the moment
Trapped in the instance
Trapped in what I believe to be my life

Rise running as hard as I can
Despair now rushes over me
My legs pound to the ground as I sprint away
Being chased by the sirens
The comfort which I have found in this cell really drives me wild
I like to reminisce about your death the thought makes me smile

I have lost all control