Paroles de The Butcher

He's got his victim, he's killing her slowly He feels nothing except the ecstasy, the excitement He is smearing his body with her blood Butcher... Butcher... With an axe he's chopping her body The suffer Doesn't express what he has done But it's too late She's stopped to breathe, her brain was shut down The butcher's standing over she and loud laughing It's not a man, it's a wild beast Without any feelings and conscience People like to watch his next victims Son of a bitch with no response