Cult Of Occult - Psychotic

I’M GOING CRAZY, I’M TURNING MAD. ALWAYS IN A MOOD FOR HURTING. WORDS SHARPENED AS BLADES. ALWAYS IN A LUST FOR KILLING. I’D STAB EVERYONE. I WANT YOU DEAD, I WANT YOU DEAD AND GONE. I STAB YOU IN THE HEAD. I SEE YOU DEAD, I SEE YOU DEAD AND GONE. THERE’S THIS RED FILTER. IT COLORS THE WORLD WITH MURDER. IMAGES OF YOU ARE FLASHING. EVERYTHING IS SWIRLING, NAUSEOUS FEELING. YOU KNEEL, YOU BLEED, YOU BEG. I’M SMILING. WHEN I REALIZE THIS IS JUST A DREAM, I WANNA MAKE IT FOR REAL, FOR REAL. FUCKING SHIT, I’M SO ANGRY. I CAN’T CONTAIN THIS RAGE. SATAN WANTS ME TO KILL YOU ALL. HE WHISPERED, IN MY EAR, I SHOULD DO IT. HE CALLED ME “SON”, HE SAID HE NEEDS ME. I HAVE TO MAKE EVERYTHING FOR HIM. YOU’RE GONNA DIE NOW. YOU’RE THE FIRST, NOT THE LAST. WATCH THE CHAOS THROUGH MY EYES. AS I’LL PLAY WITH YOU ‘TILL YOU DIE. IT IS SO GOOD. I CAN’T DENY I ENJOYED THAT. HATE AND MURDER ARE SO TRIPPY. I’VE FOUND MY WAY IN THIS POOR WORLD. I CAN’T WAIT TO DO IT AGAIN