Massacra

I'm the dictates of your guilty conscience
You must comply to my evil influence
You'd like to throw your boss out of the window
Show no mercy and cut him up with a chainsaw
You can't bear this rep bothering your wife
So rip him open with a carving knife
You wonder how to kill your enemy
Smash his head until it's gravy
Chorus
You take pleasure
In using violence
It's in your nature
Psychopathic sense
Psychological conflict
You're under my influence
You can't repress your instinct
I incite you to violence
Enjoy
The violence
I control your inward rage