We all have a craving for destructionnIt's another piece of who we arenWhy deny these blood filled urgesnThey egg it onnWe lust for bloodnTo lust for blood is to refuse who we arenWe need to think about what we arenWhat we arenWe are beings, violent mindednYet they think us to be blindnWe are the hope for a better tomorrow a.k.a yesterdays unattended funeralsnThey take away our blades but ask us to decipatenThis is not how it's supposed to benKilling is killing, no matter how the line goes flatnReach out, grab your victimnPlace the blade on his veinnDon't mind the memories spilling across your fingersnJust close your eyes and do as your toldnThey say we benefit from this but we feel more raped than anythingnThey'll tease us with sexnBlind us from gore yet ask us to killnFuck younWe'll see what we want to seenYou kill if you want to killnThis is indefinite bloodlust