Testo di Hatchet Harry

Trussed up naked, overanalyze every cell every pore Cuz you will find nothing that could ever give him away This is a brand new sickness, birthing alive and alone within this core Now he's got his own agenda ruthless as any but this ones a mind of it's own I've seen it all before, lessons burned unlearned again through stone Your abuse has shown me my direction. Who am I to ignore it? First steps. Numbness First blood. Pure bliss In their horror eyes coming back to me In their terror eyes coming back to me Even though I'm nothing special I dare you not to envy me at this moment And now that I'm in the mood, arousal pinned to your lies Kill for fun and not for food, hero worship I thought I was anticore But now I can't fake it Because now I can be much more Since I can't change anything It's your turn to bleed for me