Haunted by my conscious
Living my life in hell
Didn't hesitate
When I moved in for the kill

Screams echoed in the distance
And I cannot ignore
Smiling at the memories
When I slaughtered the whore

Skin her alive

Time has come to confess
I did it for the thrill
I would have never dreamt
That it would be so nice to kill

Blood colors my thoughts
Slipping out of time
Murder is my crime
Skin her fucking alive

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Writer(s): Christopher Young