Cyanide Addiction
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The morning is blacker than the night
Tomorrow will bring no new light
There's a killer on the loose causing a fright
So prepare to die because you just might
The thoughts creep into the back of your mind
After all these years they're with you still
You've always tried to keep your soul kind
But inside you're waiting for your first kill
You've always wondered if it was to be you
The next madman on the loose
You were hoping it wasn't true
But someday it will be your head in the noose
It wasn't just but simple coincidence
No what brought you here was fate
You're not even killing for a reason or independence
You just like seeing people realizing it's too late
It's not just a fantasy to watch people sleep
Or to strangle them while you practice molestation
You actually do it now, don't you creep?
You're kind is like a poison or an infestation..
It's time to let loose your darkest dreams
And make other's nightmares a reality
Show them that death is as painful as it seems
They'll pay for their systematic conformity
Maybe it wasn't what you had planned for this one
But truth be told this is more fun
Burned alive but what's done is done
With every last shriek you know you've won
Write another one down in your book of names
Then look up your next victim to be
While thinking of some new deadly games
Then attack like a shark in the mirk no one can see
Enjoy your sick pleasure while it may last
You're an outlaw and an outcast
One day you'll be caught by the past
And I for one... hope they kill you slowly, not fast
Tomorrow will bring no new light
There's a killer on the loose causing a fright
So prepare to die because you just might
The thoughts creep into the back of your mind
After all these years they're with you still
You've always tried to keep your soul kind
But inside you're waiting for your first kill
You've always wondered if it was to be you
The next madman on the loose
You were hoping it wasn't true
But someday it will be your head in the noose
It wasn't just but simple coincidence
No what brought you here was fate
You're not even killing for a reason or independence
You just like seeing people realizing it's too late
It's not just a fantasy to watch people sleep
Or to strangle them while you practice molestation
You actually do it now, don't you creep?
You're kind is like a poison or an infestation..
It's time to let loose your darkest dreams
And make other's nightmares a reality
Show them that death is as painful as it seems
They'll pay for their systematic conformity
Maybe it wasn't what you had planned for this one
But truth be told this is more fun
Burned alive but what's done is done
With every last shriek you know you've won
Write another one down in your book of names
Then look up your next victim to be
While thinking of some new deadly games
Then attack like a shark in the mirk no one can see
Enjoy your sick pleasure while it may last
You're an outlaw and an outcast
One day you'll be caught by the past
And I for one... hope they kill you slowly, not fast
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