deep inside but still alive
a will to kill a will to destroy
the flame still burns
and my lust returns
a will to afflict
my mind to distress

sparing you
is not my volition
sparing you
is not my aim
sparing you
is not my volition
sparing you
is not my aim

my scorn in current
against all of you
my hated fiends
our world needs
to be cleaned
the wrath in me grows
my inner storm blows
it's hard to control
you stupid [bad word]