in need for my fix of rapture to bathe in heavenly pleasure i fear for a human encounter someone's gonna get murdered i hide all this in my conscious in a rotting soul of temptations a continuing fall into darkness every night i f**ing see the faces of my victims their dying screams, distorted i live my life in the vortex of dead human voices THE FACES OF MY VICTIMS i bring d**h to the ma**es i'm the birth control of the insects overload of the helpless makes me want to f**ing k** you the pills i took - controlled it i threw them away - don't need it i love my life in the vortex of dead human voices compulsive murder worship i chose d**h and i loved it... yes! you f**ers are now my targets so why even try to fight it? i want to f**ing k** you i want to f**ing hurt you the less i try to resist it the more i start to enjoy it i want to f**ing k** you i want to f**ing hurt you