A tendency towards violence
Predisposed to kill
Madness threatening to uncloak
Truth can't be exposed
No remorse, no hesitation
Destroying all that stands in the way
Pushed on the rail of a train
Body trisected under the wheels
Cord rung around the neck
Twisting and turning
Squeezing the life out
While she writhes in pain
Violent deaths well-deserved
My mark branded into their flesh
A scar carved across their face
With an old-fashioned razor
Falling down the elevator shaft
Grabbing the cables, hands smoking
Flesh burning from the rapid descent
Body crushed down, inevitable death
