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Life
Dangling on the brink of sanity
A man tends to become selfish in his ways
He loses faith in humanity
And breaks its heart
Oh the vibration
Of its beating heart
Oh the sensation
Of smashing it with a spiked mace
Til it bleeds into nothing but dust
Master of violence
Never-ending feuds
Pin-dropping tension
Godless murder
This is what my mind feeds on
Your hate, it satisfies me
Your muffled screams, entertain me
And your dripping blood
At the end of my knife
Is more precious to me
Than life
Death is beautiful
A poem I wrote awhile back
Don't ask me why I wrote it.
It's more or less the point of view from a serial killer.
No, I'm not a serial killer.
It was meant to be an intro to a movie Tim and I started to make.
Yeah.
Dangling on the brink of sanity
A man tends to become selfish in his ways
He loses faith in humanity
And breaks its heart
Oh the vibration
Of its beating heart
Oh the sensation
Of smashing it with a spiked mace
Til it bleeds into nothing but dust
Master of violence
Never-ending feuds
Pin-dropping tension
Godless murder
This is what my mind feeds on
Your hate, it satisfies me
Your muffled screams, entertain me
And your dripping blood
At the end of my knife
Is more precious to me
Than life
Death is beautiful
A poem I wrote awhile back
Don't ask me why I wrote it.
It's more or less the point of view from a serial killer.
No, I'm not a serial killer.
It was meant to be an intro to a movie Tim and I started to make.
Yeah.