Slow Murder

I've got nothingBut this collection of knivesAnd decisions to makeI'll take my time mapping out every incision madeI have nothingSo I'll take my timeBreaking bonesSavoring your screams for mercyBathing in warm tubs of crimsonWelcome to the start of our intimate torture sessionWhy am I the only one who sees through the lifetime of lies?Now each cut will signify the wayYou forced me to suffer every dayAs I hold your life in my handsAs I hold your life in my handsAs I hold your life in my handsUnderstandNow understandI'm capable of murderI'm capable of murderI'm capable of murderI've got nothing but timeAnd this collection of knivesTo ensure you endure endless amounts of tortureSlow murderTo rectify the pastI lust for your blood on my handsNow kneel before meEmbrace the blade as it penetrates deepSkin splitting insegmentsMy mouth watering as it ripsThe gurgling heard as you're choking on blood is almost satisfaction enoughI'm further aroused at the sight of your naked mangled corpseSpread wide open as if your innards to be fuckedAs I hold your life in my handsAs I hold your life in my handsAs I hold your life in my handsUnderstandNow understandI'm capable of murderI'm capable of murderI'm capable of murderI've got nothingSo I'll take my timeAh, nothing[2x]I'll take my time with each incisionSo you can feel the painI'll take my time with each incisionI'll take my time with each incisionFeel my pain