Prader - Night Stories

Psychopath, killing again His dirty mind that can't control takes possesion of him, Walks through the night looking for the flesh that makes him hungry Staring for new victims who can Make; his; life; worth a Gain his steps are silent for he's hunting a new treasure His blood starts to boil and he can't handle all this preassure And yells into the night ''I need to Kill; Kill; Kill; Ease; This; Pain; I need to Kill; Kill; Kill" But is just a story of the night But is just a story of the, Schizophrenic, hearing your end But deaf enoguh to not to hear your pleas for him to stop, Reality, insanity, no matter what he sees , cause The axe will rend inside of you to make; his; life, worth Another day, another night, the time starts to chase him The voice inside his head starts to tell him that he’s coming And with a rope to choke starts to "Kill; Kill; Kill; Sucide; I'm going to Kill; Kill; Kill" But is just a story of the night But is just a story of the Blood flowing throguht the eyes This hunger has been pleased The voices start to ease Reality or disease ''You, are, coming'' The gates of hell before me The devil is approaching ''Your sentence is dictated For your sins we have chosen, that You, are, coming You, are, coming My, sentence, is, before me You, are, coming, down!