I Will Be the Last

Why do you look like this with your big hazel eyes
Why do I have the urge to make you suffer
Why do you awake the beast that sleeps inside of me
Why am I forced again to follow my instincts

I know damn well the gates of hell are waiting for me

No boundaries are able to hold me back
You are the one to blame and I will make you pay
Die by my hands and pray for forgiveness
I am only the symptom - you are my disease

You scream while my knife's scratching your velvet skin
You choke while my hands are taking your breath away
I laugh in rapture while you fight for your life
Because I know I will be the last (you met)

I'll kill again
Not able to stop
Slave to my urge
Until I die

The blood on my hands
Reminds me of you
The marks on your throat
Proves that we met

Sick bastard
That's what I am
Perverted scum
Ready to hunt again
Soulless cripple

Why do you look like this with your big ebony eyes
Why do I have the urge to make you suffer
Why do you awake the beast that sleeps inside of me
Why am I forced again to follow my instincts