Из альбома: Engineering the Dead
Childhood nightmare, adolescent despair
Mentally enslaved to the murderous thoughts I crave
Lunacy leads me astray
Gradually discovering a new dimension of decay
Adultery feeds the ideology
Seeing deceased people in my fantasy
I descry my killing capacities inside
Reveries enshrine what I must abide
Time is drawing nearer to put blood to the word
No motives required first come first served
Follow the path to my heinous empire
Object of a misanthropic desire
Cerebral short circuit
Murder, the only way to deal with it Sanguine addiction
Homicidal theory without restriction