The Bereaved - An Inconvenient Lie

Deeeooh!
There are so many black nights
Where all can be erased
Disappearing acts like illusions
They lie at the bottom of the ocean
Sealed in plastic graves
Never to be found

My tools
Their blood
My tools
Their blood
Blood!!!!

I carry the blackest secret
Covered up by the inccocent facade
Somestimes the mask gets so heavy

The way
The blood
Gets splattered
I analyze this all day long
To cover up my thirst for death
[Chorus:]
The victims that I claim are
The filth that crawls in the night
In dire need of cleansing
My needle paralyzing limbs
The black fall over their eyes
In plastic wrap they meet their fate

Yiiii!

Can't help this feeding inside me
My code's been burned in my head
The way I run this murder machine
I feel it boiling inside me
The need to take another life
Tonight they'll feel this siuffering

[Chorus:]
The victims that I claim are
The filth that crawls in the night
In dire need of cleansing
My needle paralyzing limbs
The black fall over their eyes
In plastic wrap they meet their fate