Working in a slaughterhouse
Makes my life worth living
Hearing animals scream
Sounds like music in my ears
Seeing the pain in their eyes
Looks like the best picture ever
And fills my live with joy
Hate me
Despise me
I don't care
I don't f*cking care
After doing this some years
The color of this picture fades
The music sound like disturbance
My trigger falls away
Out to finding something new
What makes my live worthwhile
Feeds my darkest desires
Needing to cross that edge
Driving in the city
Distracted by a hooker
Unable to control my sick feelings
Asking he for a service
Bringing he to my house
Where to party starts
First enjoying he living
But the screaming is too soft
I cannot get exited
So starting to slice her up
To clean up the scene
I grind her up in to mince
Human Mince
Human Mince