I have a lust to kill poison blood to spill
Your overwhelming smile will soon be under a flood of anger
Mood is rising up in the phony flock of ducks
Their act of joy points straight to my nerve of pain.
I deal with thought within' full of blood
Can't understand why the hell are you laughing
In the end of all you can't see what's wrong
Victims of vanity.
Enjoy your weed fulfill their dreams
I'm waiting when the glass is broken
Smell the dust of joy be the queen of love
I'll tell you that is not an affair to revere.
Infected prey
Desired for hunt
Desperate pray
I have already heard.
I have a lust to kill poison blood to spill
Your overwhelming smile will soon be under a flood of anger.