You look at me with eyes filled with pain   And I stare back with a promise of death   I'll rape your sould undeniably   Join the others in my gallery      Why bother question   The need to kill   Give in to pleasure   And let blood spill      Questionable ethics      Crimson tides gushes forth   As I cut your throat   Predator of first degree   The urban jungle is my killing field      Rip out your heart   And let it drip blood into your eyes   Then tear them out   And puke into your dead skull      Your tortured moans of agony   Join the voices in my head   Compose a wicked symphony   With the choir of the dead