Left for Dead - Suppressor

Sick but not from the mind

These walls are bitter and caving in

Pain, I miss it so bad

Not on me but the one I inflict on them

Their scent when penetrated

Their skin turned ice with the edge of the knife

Their soulless eyes when dying

The search for places for pieces to hide

I can’t stand this place

Is worthless trying

Why do they keep me alive?

I am better off dead

They’ll never understand

Why do they call this madness?

My arms and hands are stiffened, they’re craving for another life

A female cry for punishment, so feminine, so passionate

A gift to humankind

My dick yearns raping

It feels too useless here

I’ll have to give it an end

They’ll never understand

Why do they call this madness?

They’ll never know my reasons for what they see is just a lie

My name will be remembered, and as the last God’s artwork I shall die

I shall die…

Here I am Lord, finally see your face

Out of the darkness, I’m finally safe!