The ice cold wind stings my face
My hands are nothing but numb
Motionless in front of my victim's home
I tremble through the house, ever so quietly
Every step I take feeds my insanity
Twitch right up the stairs, tremble into her room
Lying on the bed reveals the essence of perfection
I'll show this bitch perfection
I'll tear out her intestines and force them in her mouth
When she chokes and screams
I'll slice her fucking throat
Hold my hands on top her mouth
And scream in utter ecstasy
When thy slaughter is complete
I'll rise unto my feet
Throw my knife onto her corpse
And I'll be on my way
I'll show this bitch perfection
I'll tear out her intestines and force them in her mouth
The ice cold wind still stings my face
My hands are slightly warmer
My head still running rampid
I am the essence of perfection
When thy slaughter is complete
I'll rise unto my feet
Throw my knife unto her corpse
And I'll be on my way
