The Sickness Within

Part 1: Investigation at First

Once again I see this place
It happened here again
The cops arrived again too late
Again we missed our man.

When I go in to look inside
My stomach turns around
There's nothing left, no victim's corpse
Just flesh chunks on the ground.

Calm down, take another look
I think I was here before
The pattern resembles, I remember
A year ago, some other whore.

It's too fucked up, and too insane
It's blowing out my mind
Its human made, not devil's work
What happened to my kind..?

The guy upstairs, a wasted shit
The useless type of man
An ignorant fuck, but why did he say:
"So soon you come again?"

The job was clean, he was a pro
The fucker left no trails
I just arrived, it makes no sense
Why's there blood beneath my nails...




Part 2: The Dream

Back to my crooked small dump
Two shots, I'm crushing to bed
No rest to my mind, my head is spinning
Tonight I will dream of the dead.

The image is getting clearer
She greets him with a smile
There's no one but both of them
Cause silence ain't his style.

He knocks her down, and gets on top
His fist collide her face
It hurts like hell, but not to him
Screams have filled the air

...with this image I smile...

It's not enough, he wants some more
To satisfy his lust
He draws the knife, she knows she's gone
Her calmness make him thrust.

He cuts her down, from the throat
Her guts for him to play
She's still alive, and looks at peace
When he rips her heart away.

Dripping from blood, her warm heart
Reveals before her eyes
The sickness within, I wake up
With blood as cold as ice.




Part 3: Innuendo

Its two o'clock I cannot sleep
And "Johnny" ain't the cure.
A man of the law, but I need to get laid.
A whore will do for sure.

The road is mine, I get there quick
And watch her for a while
She comes to me, sexy as hell
And greets me with a smile.

She says a name, but it's not mine.
I think she drank too much.
She ask about one girl
But I don't remember such.

We found ourselves a cheap motel
We stop and she gets out.
I park the car and go right in
And hear the bitch's shout.

I look inside, the whore is down
And someone is on top,
The figure is dark, no details in sight
Except the badge of a cop.

He grabs her neck and squeezes it hard,
And set her poor soul free

I look at his face,

This cannot be...

Dear god,
THE KILLER IS ME!