Madness overwhelmingExcruciating painMy brain aches for releaseI will suffer until I killWeapons have been gatheredNow I seek my preySenses heightened as I stalkDistorted means of pleasureTaking human lifeUncontrolled obsessionMurder is my viceAberrant compulsionsKill for peace of mindMy consuming passionMurderous appetiteFerociously attackingStabbing all I seeBlood is spraying on my faceHands are punctured in defenseBrutally dismemberedParts are growing coldA natural high achieved by deathPerverted and twistedBizarre thoughts are my normIt is my nature to murderIf I stop I know I will die[Solo – Rutan]