As I lay here on my death bed,
A million things run through my head.
In my eyes I see all my dreams,
Blown away by death's cold breeze.
My time alive was sure a blast,
And I understand my time has passed.
I drift away into an eternal slumber,
As death's wings take me under.

Blood runs through my hands and stains the cold concrete.
As your heart rate drops with every beat.
The smell of fear and adrenaline arouse my sense like a woman's caress.
I bury my knife deep inside your chest.
I lose control with every slash, as my blade cuts away.
Now close your eyes while I carve you up
And hang you for display.