Blood Red Path

Dry blood on your hands
hands that will never be white again
A blood red curtain has fallen
and will cast a shadow on the rest of your days
The thrill to kill,
relief of the killer instinct
The fatal act inked deep inside
that will cast a shadow on the rest of your days
Bury your past, embrace a new life
the sick sad lonely pathway of a psychopath
Useless forgiveness, impossible oblivion
the sick sad lonely pathway of the psychopath
Blood red path
Dry blood on your hands
hands that will never be white again
A blood red curtain has fallen
and will cast a shadow on the rest of your days
Fading away from humanity
The thrill to kill,
relief of the killer instinct
The fatal act inked deep inside
that will cast a shadow on the rest of your days
Exiled, trapped in madness
Obsessed by the sounds of barking dogs
Out of control
On the run, on the edge,
ready to collapse
Fingers on the trigger
Keep the last shot
for your own head