I find myself ,searching inside
A good pretext for salvation
In their eyes I can see
and I can feel their suffering
They will search, they will try,
even though they will Find
no traces of you
You will disappear
I just fell that need, to reveal,
to free the beast
predator by nature, searching for a prey
This place's dampness,
the cold, the darkness,
the perfect spot for the evening
The screams in my head
recalls my shady past.
finding a torture idea,
Changing form,
instinct, an addiction.
My introspective sense of joy,
Seeing to pray for his life, for clemency.
The big question
"Why Me?"
And my cold answer,
'cause your pain turns me on'
Nor age, nor sex, it's just me
Wanting to fulfill my morbid need
The blood, his stench, everything around me
accomplish the scene and start the show .
I know that in your place, you'll never understand, my doctrine's victim
The beast, it hides in uniform signing simple executions.
With no one knowing the big truth.
the street brings a new victim
That will be hidden below a carpet, for days would perish
And it will know,
my most intimate introspection
in my skin unspeakable recall
in my hands traces of terror
introspection, from a hunter
That with stealth and coldness,
get back to rutine
like another one,
waiting to come back
and purge another one
Mind-flaying brutal technical death metal that will pulverize you to smithereens while its complex structures stun your cerebral cortex. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2022