Got a knive on my hand
I Got a nasty plan
I Got a soul [bad word] 
I Got a story to end

Gotta kill one by one
It's beyond hit [bad word] 
Gotta follow the one
That promised it would be fun

Keep obeying the voice
Happens to be a choice
So i won't make a noise
And i won't leave a trace

I don't know where it goes
Carrying all of these souls 
But it's taking control
And It;s taking my place

"I can feel it...this is not me...
I am not myself anymore! What is going on?!
Suddenly i have this urge to kill...hahahahaha
Well..maybe this is my [bad word] nature, everything is alright!

AND I AM PERFECTLY UNDER CONTROL

Now... 

I'm the one
Who's in control

The puppeteer
Plays with your soul

At every step
My anger grows

From now i will
Dictate your role