Murder
I don't glorify it, but murder's on my mind
Sometimes it feels like the only way to leave it all behind
But I know it's wrong, and I try to keep it in check
Still, the urge to kill is a monster I can't neglect
I see red when I'm angry, and I hear voices in my head
Telling me to pick up that knife and leave someone dead
It's a battle I fight every day, a war I can't win
But I won't give in, I won't let that darkness in
Murder, murder, it's a game that's never won
Blood on my hands, I can never outrun
The consequences of my actions, the lives I've taken
But I can't stop, I'm addicted to the thrill of the breaking
Sometimes it's justifiable, sometimes it's just revenge
But other times it's senseless, a life ended for no end
I've seen it all, I've done it all, I'm a killer to the core
But I won't go down without a fight, I won't let them keep score
They call me a monster, a psychopath, a freak
But they don't know the half of it, the pain I have to keep
It's a cycle of violence, a never-ending cycle of pain
But I'll keep on killing, until I can't feel the rain
Murder, murder, it's a game that's never won
Blood on my hands, I can never outrun
The consequences of my actions, the lives I've taken
But I can't stop, I'm addicted to the thrill of the breaking
I don't know how to stop it, this thirst for blood
But I won't let it consume me, I won't let it flood
My soul with darkness, with hatred and despair
I'll keep on fighting, until there's no one left to care
Copyright © Muntaha Ehosan | Year Posted 2023
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