Sad thoughts turn to sickness

And I am changing shape

Spiraling into this hate

There will be no escape

I can’t be who I was

Before this world

Turned me to a...

KILLER

Murderous impulses

Of a manic mind

In the night

Bloodlust

For the voices in my head

Headlong for the death

I crave

Now wear my curse-

Now wear my curse across your face

In my rat race for riches

Avoid snakes, cowards, traitors and bitches

You could become a casualty around here

Taste of fear unless the cash hits-

Closed casket

Pain is thе cross I bear

And I am changing shape

Every timе you beg for a taste

How eager I am to supplicate

Suffer, I suffer, I suffer alone

Hatred and pain

No blood from the stone

Pain is the cross I bear

And I am changing shape