Questionable Ethics

You look at me with eyes filled with pain And I stare back with a promise of death I'll rape your sould undeniably Join the others in my gallery The need to kill Why bother question Give in to pleasure And let blood spill Questionable ethics Predator of first degree Crimson tides gushes forth As I cut your throat The urban jungle is my killing field And let it drip blood into your eyes Rip out your heart Then tear them out And puke into your dead skull Your tortured moans of agony Compose a wicked symphony With the choir of the deadJoin the voices in my head