Putrid Pile

Your life's at a standstill
Dwelling in a pit of anticipation
Sob to ease the pain
It distracts you from the thoughts of what can and will happen
Knowing that you're going to die thrills me
I unlock the door that suppresses desires
Releasing all the inhibitions that bind me
Behold dementia
You'll be gone from the world that you've infected
A virus coursing through the veins of society
I tel myself the world is better without you
I do this to justify my deeds
Knowing that you're going to die thrills me
I unlock the door that suppresses desires
Releasing all the inhibitions that bind me
Behold dementia
The tears flow
Beg for mercy