I look upon you with vengeance
bloodlust in my veins
we used to have an alliance
Now, all I see is blood stains
and pieces of what used to be.

My hatred for you all
caused your brutal deaths
the blood on the white satin sheet
caused by my self- indulgence
to feast on flesh.

If it wasn't for the chain saw
I would have killed you with my sharp teeth
especially when you crawl
that just amplifies my psychotic rage

You father
I loved our brawl
you would **** anyone for a quick dollar
If it wasn't for little sis and mother
tables would have turned to a free-for-all

Oh, my dear mother
you of all people
should know not to run
adrenaline pumping
heart thumping
blood coagulating

I strangled you, mother  
no remorse found
as you stared defenseless
into those dark glassy eyes
of what used to be brown
now stone cold as ice
blacker than the void of darkness

After, father and mother were dead
then, it was off with brother's head
and for little sis
well she was chopped into little pieces.

For this is the Death Toll