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I find myself ,searching inside

A good pretext for salvation

In their eyes I can see

and I can feel their suffering

They will search, they will try,

even though they will Find

no traces of you

You will disappear

I just fell that need, to reveal,

to free the beast

predator by nature, searching for a prey

This place's dampness,

the cold, the darkness,

the perfect spot for the evening

The screams in my head

recalls my shady past.

finding a torture idea,

Changing form,

instinct, an addiction.

My introspective sense of joy,

Seeing to pray for his life, for clemency.

The big question

"Why Me?"

And my cold answer,

'cause your pain turns me on'

Nor age, nor sex, it's just me

Wanting to fulfill my morbid need

The blood, his stench, everything around me

accomplish the scene and start the show .

I know that in your place, you'll never understand, my doctrine's victim

The beast, it hides in uniform signing simple executions.

With no one knowing the big truth.

the street brings a new victim

That will be hidden below a carpet, for days would perish

And it will know,

my most intimate introspection

in my skin unspeakable recall

in my hands traces of terror

introspection, from a hunter

That with stealth and coldness,

get back to rutine

like another one,

waiting to come back

and purge another one