A Higher Level Of Pain

The smell of your fear, a fucking deceaseDon't be scared I kill you with easeOne cut and you're gone,I wanna stab, I wanna hear you moanYour wounds not too deep, just enough to put you into sleepYour time is out, now you're gonna kiss the goatThe slaughter will succeed, now it's time for you to bleedOne cut and you're gone,I wanna stab, I wanna hear you moanYour wounds not too deep, just enough to put you into sleepUnconscious for days, now it's time to execute the killNever ending torture, a higher level of pain