For the Wretched - Boris The Blade

It’s happened again

regained consciousness and find myself on the streets.

I retrace footsteps

to be led to a burnt down home.

It’s coming back to me, I can now hear the screams

repeating again and again, their all begging me to stop.

I have no control now

so i’m left with these blood stained hands

I wash them in seas

forgive me please

its not my fault.

Where is this demon in me?

Or am i all alone?

How could i do such evil things?

I feel my heart turn to stone.

Now these days are closer

I must return home

I can feel my self convulsing

I don’t want to be alone.

Oh my god I am possessed again

I run straight for the kitchen draw

to grab my sharpest blade

this hunting game is about to begin.

Run you putrid filthy fucks

as your front door is kicked in.

This is not a choice this is a way of life

I spread a plague of torment to cleanse this fucking race

i’ve found a purpose here

these hands have been revealed.

Now I know what I must do to rid this world of a vile existence.

I’ve found a purpose here

these hands have been revealed

I spread a plague of torment

to cleanse this fucking race.

That shaking earth that’s at your feet.

So without any time to waste

fall to your fucking knees.

Prepare to witness something you have never seen before

removing every piece of you starting with your teeth you whore.

I’ll keep breathing until I think the time is right

when the clock strikes three o' three i’ll end your fucking life tonight.

This is not a choice, this is a way of life…