Love to Kill, Live to Kill

Maybe I kill because it's fun
Perhaps it makes me smile
It's possible that I just love
To see blood on the tile

Although these are fine alibis,
They both are way off base
You ask me why I like to kill?
I'll tell you to your face

It's not the guts and blood I like
Or broken arms and legs
It's not the sound of voices choked
While victims cry and beg

You see, it's like a cigarette
The brain's security net
It's not the cigarette that's good
It's just the buzz you get

The first time that you do it,
You realize that it's wrong
You feel so very guilty
But that guilt won't last long

You vow to never smoke again
But then you start to crave
You give in to the thirst for more
And then your body raves

It seems the more you do this thing,
The more your body lusts
You find that you can't help yourself
You detest it, but you must

You see, I kill to fill the hole
In my sadistic mind
I crave the screams, the turtured cries
It's relaxing, as I find

At first, I had to kill to live
It was against my will
But things have changed; that was the past
'Cause now I live to kill