Slit cut left gaping open The wounds inflicted are so deep The blade once removed must be cleansed of the flesh and blood Now staining the steel The thrill of the kill and pain I cause knowingly really drives me wild I see you face and laugh and like it I want you to writhe Trapped in the moment Trapped in the instance Trapped in what I believe to be reality Trapped in the moment Trapped in the instance Trapped in what I believe to be my life Rise running as hard as I can Despair now rushes over me My legs pound to the ground as I sprint away Being chased by the sirens The comfort which I have found in this cell really drives me wild I like to reminisce about your death the thought makes me smile I have lost all control
trapped, instance, sprint, drive, wild