Tormented

Loneliness creates my morbid life
psychosis give`s me a flesh and soul of monster
to find you and taste holy suffering
to drown in your fucking warm meat
I wait day by day for that excitement
I wait hour after hour
for shining warm and bleeding flesh
I am the predator and you are a victim
I am fucking psycho born from woumb of sickness
I live in 4 walls of my immagination
in the rotting house full of drilling whispers
and i wait for my victim
technology gives me contact
to find you and taste your suffering
to drown in your fucking warm meat
finally I found you
born from the same loneliness
on the wings of mental chaos you came
I see your flesh that will be my feast
and for you it means salvation
my imagination burns in bleeding desire
and I stand in my cellar
and watch my sharp hooks and kniwes
waiting to cut your flesh
and you wait form me
I am am the way..for you
I am your salvation
and I am your death
I rip your bleeding body
and I taste your bloody tears