Visions of murder take place in my mind nI strip the souls from the worthless nEuphoric pleasure saturates, but this is real nThese memories of conflict and struggle nnWhy do I feel these feelings of regret and pity? nBut what has happened? There's blood on my hands nWhat have I done? I do not know nRecollections becoming clear, Flesh under my nails is really here nnThe monster that I've become nHas just done what cannot be undone nUnconscious state, who am I? nWhat have I done? I do not know nnMassive confusion, massive confusion overwealms and saturates, saturates my conscious nA million misconceptions feel all too real nI'm an entanglement of disillusion, blessed by virtues of strife nnWhat of my normal life? The acts I remember nWhat if they don't exist? I they're not real? nBetrayal of oneself - existing - unknowing nThe misuse of life has led me to this state of dementia nnThe evil that courses through my veins consumes me whole nI strip the soul from your worthlessness nYou turn cold as I take from you last kiss