It seems like more than six months
Six days, six hours
Since the last time the demons called
The demons called
I feel the urge
I saw her gaze
So fucking cold
And for that, there is a price
Her life, her precious life
The sacrifice
I feel the urge
If I thought she had it in her
Our lives might not cross paths tonight
So selective, I hold that right
I feel the urge
Her screams turn to whimpers
As my blade ends her life
Flesh, each incision
Precisely knifed
I feel the urge
I wash my hands of her blood
Her eyes glazed, forever night
Then I fuck her, yeah
With all my might
I feel the urge
Now is the time where the one percent controls the ninety-nine