Sick

I like to kill,
I like to cut.
I like the thrill,
Can't get enough.

I like the blood,
I like the fear.
I like the buzz,
When death is near.

I'm so fucking sick
You know you like it,
My blood that you lick
When my wrists are slit.

I like to kill
I like to cut
I like the thrill
Can't get enough...