Killing it I'm it

Shadows my curtains,

For windows of flesh.

Red stains my carpet,

Wailing sorrow and pain.

Behind doors they shudder,

Tears of sadness, drive them to madness, with wicked flames.

Lost in the night, Shadows eb closer, fell in love with darkness.

Coffins full, Bones rattle, from my bowels chants of death.

In the absence of light, Ain't nothing but loss it's freighting.

Feeling alone, love is tragic, As everything fades to black.

I'm a psychopath laughing and killing it,

Laughing and killing it,

Laughing and killing it in the wickedist ways.

Lots of lives lost, Grinding my fingers to the bones.

Clinch my teeth, as brains blow in the wind.

Sins etched in skin, rage mixed with my wicked ways.

lifeless as I turn cold,

soaked,

boots drenched in blood with dead men.

Devil at my door,

Head bobbing,

Hoes on their knees.

Slobbing on my knob,

Spit all over my draws.

Death walks in silence,

I'm in love with sex and violence,

Laughing and killing it.

Flames burn bright,

Red in the abyss of darkness.

Ghost but I'm walking,

Laughing and killing it,

Laughing and killing it in the wickedist ways.

Lots of lives lost, Grinding my fingers to the bones.

Clinch my teeth, as brains blow in the wind.

Sins etched in skin, rage mixed with my wicked ways.

lifeless as I turn cold,

Laughing and killing it.

soaked,

Laughing and killing it,

boots drenched in sin,

Blood from dead men.

Killing it I'm it,

Killing it I'm it,

Killing it I'm it.