I’m sick I need to taste blood.
I have this addiction that I can’t seem to stop.
You give me a contract to kill.
I will feel no remorse for what I done.
Too me it is all for just good fun.
Death is the game I play with you.
I toy with you like a cat would a mouse.
My fun is over your left lifeless hanging upside down
All of your blood is now all over me.
Who’s up next for my company?