We all have a craving for destruction;
it's another piece of who we are.
Why deny these blood filled urges?
They egg it on.
We lust for blood;
To lust for blood is to refuse who we are.
We need to think about what we are.
What we are
We are beings, violent minded,
Yet they think us to be blind.
We are the hope for a better tomorrow,
a.k.a yesterdays unattended funerals.
They take away our blades, but ask us to decipate.
This is not how it's supposed to be,
Killing is killing, no matter how the line goes flat.
Reach out, grab your victim,
Place the blade on his vein.
Don't mind the memories spilling across your fingers,
Just close your eyes and do as your told.
They say we benefit from this, but we feel more raped than anything.
They'll tease us with sex,
blind us from gore, yet ask us to kill.
Fuck you.
We'll see what we want to see,
You kill if you want to kill,
This is indefinite bloodlust