Obsessive Killing Disorder

Haunting the root of my mind
Is a sickness of total death
Bloodlust unrelenting
That never ceases to rest

For those I did make suffer
To still my brutal wants
Never more to live again
In the ground they’ll slowly rot

Their heads are kept as trophies
Upon my cabin walls
The limbs are dismembered
And cleansed by worms that crawl

For those I did make suffer
To still my brutal wants
Never more to live again
In the ground they’ll slowly rot
Obsessive Killing Disorder

I do not know their names
No feeling of remorse
To me its all the same
‘Till my spree has run its course

For those I did make suffer
To still my brutal wants
Never more to live again
In the ground they’ll slowly rot

For those I did make suffer
To still my brutal wants
Never more to live again
In the ground they’ll slowly rot
Obsessive Killing Disorder