I want his blood on my fingers
I want his blood on my hands
I want his blood in my mouth
I want to taste him dying

You're locked in a room
Your pain is the key
I'm starving and need
To feed on your suffering
You scratch at the walls
I hear the scraping inside of me
Look in the mirror and you'll see

Hit bottom
This ends here
I'm your personal demon
You have everything to fear
Hit bottom
I'm near
Spit drips on your neck
Hear me breathing in your ear

How does it feel this time
To be the victim?
Helpless and squealing
Under my weight
I'm the chaos you created
Spreading cancer in your system
Feeding and spreading
This bastard's hate


Lyrics submitted by ostegodead

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