In need for my fix of rapture
To bathe in heavenly pleasure
I fear for a human encounter
Someone's gonna get murdered
I hide all this in my conscious
In a rotting soul of temptations
A continuing fall into darkness
Every night I fucking see the
Faces of my victims
Their dying screams, distorted
I live my life in the vortex
Of dead human voices
The faces of my victims
I bring death to the masses
I'm the birth control of the insects
Overload of the helpless
Makes me want to fucking kill you
The pills I took - controlled it
I threw them away - don't need it
I love my life in the vortex
Of dead human voices
Compulsive murder worship
I chose death and i loved it... yes!
You fuckers are now my targets
So why even try to fight it?
I want to fucking kill you
I want to fucking hurt you
The less I try to resist it
The more I start to enjoy it
I want to fucking kill you
I want to fucking hurt you
Faces Of My Victims Lyrics performed by Torture Killer are property and copyright of the authors, artists and labels. You should note that Faces Of My Victims Lyrics performed by Torture Killer is only provided for educational purposes only and if you like the song you should buy the CD