Visions of murder take place in my mind I strip the souls from the worthless Euphoric pleasure saturates, but this is real These memories of conflict and struggle Why do I feel these feelings of regret and pity? But what has happened? There's blood on my hands What have I done? I do not know Recollections becoming clear, Flesh under my nails is really here The monster that I've become Has just done what cannot be undone Unconscious state, who am I? What have I done? I do not know Massive confusion, massive confusion overwealms and saturates, saturates my conscious A million misconceptions feel all too real I'm an entanglement of disillusion, blessed by virtues of strife What of my normal life? The acts I remember What if they don't exist? I they're not real? Betrayal of oneself - existing - unknowing The misuse of life has led me to this state of dementia The evil that courses through my veins consumes me whole I strip the soul from your worthlessness You turn cold as I take from you last kiss
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