To him, the pain of others is delightful and intense.
He gathers knives and weaponry to use in any chance.
Even if it means to cut himself... just to use the dagger
from the shelf...  

Walking through his town, he wish for carnage all around.
Reaching to his mind no clue of conscience to be found.
All day long he thinks of ways to kill without no sound.
To slay and maim and cut them up, and burry under ground.
He thinks of it as if it was his right... but let it pass,
just dream it through the night...  

Of all the people in his life, he hates most of his
friends.
Fucked up bunch of hypocrites, annoying with no end.

Going to his school, he just gets angry everyday.
Only thing he thinks of is for ways that he could slay.
Dreaming of the day that he could rise... and show them all
the uselessness of lies

Upon his birthday, with his friends, he felt again so
bored.
Pathetic presents, one exception...  double handed sword...
Opened up his eye, his madness suddenly awaken.
Nothing left to do, so with two hands, the sword was taken.

Tearing up his buddies, ripping skin, and flesh and heads
He smiles all the times, and all his clothing painted red.
Every person in the room was slaughtered, nothing said.
Except of course for god with no more punishments to send...