Murderlust - Hatesphere

Taking matters into my own cold, dead hands

Make everyone remember just how my story ends

No more surprises, no more sudden change of heart

Just my need, just my will to kill

Seem so seemless, seem so grossly

Depraved this lust for blood

Fear of failure, fear of losing

Face have left me with

Nothing but a murderlust

All dead inside, the fears are eating me up

I have succumb to my deepest, darkest drives

My heart is racing, my cold blood

Rushes to my head

My steady aim wants somebody dead

I’ve lost all faith in humanity

Depressed by the lack of compassion

Trust no longer has a meaning

Every man for himself

I open fire, the shot is clean

I let my will be done seemless as it seems

Like there’s no right way back

My bloody buddies gather around me

To wath my last kill