笨小笨Addicted To Murder歌词由SEBF演唱，出自专辑《Womb Of Plague (Explicit)》，下面是《Addicted To Murder》完整版歌词！
Addicted To Murder歌词完整版
Years passing near me
The anger waiting to be free
With corpse of feelings on my back
I seek the shelter from my wreck
Between laugh, scream and torture
I hear a prayers of a missed fortune
Kindness name but now forgotten
The smell of something nearly rotten
Obsessed with urge, i am on my knees
I fear no one
I kill for fun
I have no clue
I need no help
The scent of victim penetrating my gulp
Hiding in night like under the veil
I crumble your bones with a rusty nail
To show our savior his biggest fail
Is it a primal dread?
Am I lost my head?
Am I mental dead???
Now set the knife for a fleshly breeze
So don’t be shy and give it kiss
And if I ever will meet a face of pain
Then I will push it out like frantic train
Among agony of sodomic orgies i see something vile
In liquid fluids of amputated genitals an awful reflection of butchers smile
God, Is this our human nature?
No!!! My own psychopathic rapture
How can man deny any remorse?
Only if violence my main purpose
With thy hymns of suffer and decay
I left the future to die away
Pulse is growing, the drool is flowing
Air is staying dry, it’s time to make you cry
In a forest of four stone walls, in a rain of my own tears
I seek for empathy, i need no apathy inside of lawyers indifferent ears
Hundred silhouettes wandering here, but i cannot see any human wear
They scream words of hate, words of murder, words to incinerate
For one who was hiding among them all
For one who now will meet his fall
With the symphony of losses he layed before a whistle of bullet
A devil who was fooled, a prey that once was bullied
Or is he trying to look like used?
Years passing near me
The anger waiting to be free
With corpse of feelings on my back
I seek the shelter from my wreck
Between laugh, scream and torture
I hear a prayers of a missed fortune
Kindness name but now forgotten
The smell of something nearly rotten
Obsessed with urge, i am on my knees
To prepare the knife for a fleshly breeze
Soon my ghost shall resurrect
To murder again some stupid insects
