Compulsive Disorder - Slaughterer

Bleeder, guide my knife to rip through their chests

Your voice is my salvation, your wish is my command

I feel the urge, the growing desire to kill

Murderous vicious intent, a violent impulse to fulfill

I lock me in the bathroom and get the razor out

I chop off my fingertips, write your name in red

Blood on the floor, they’re beating on the door

Quick, hide your blade before it is too late

Compulsive disorder, the victims are in sight

Bleeder, I am your servant, come and lead my knife

Compulsive Disorder, vortex of insanity

Natural born killer, a kid of mental casualty

You send me to the doctors and take away my blade

Fill me up with drugs to hinder my true fate

Paralyzed and held back in the grip of father

Cursed be your existence, await imminent slaughter

But nothing lasts forever, I want my first murder

Double Homicide, your brain and steel collide

Stabbing them to death, right into the head

One blade for every eye, bleeder wants you to die

Compulsive disorder, the victims are in sight

Bleeder, I am your servant, come and lead my knife

Compulsive disorder, vortex of insanity

Natural born killer, a kid of mental casualty