Born to kill,
I've always been bad,
To the bone until the soul,
Why else would you get beat ever day?
You must be bad if you're not worth,
To get treat like a human being,
I've killed,
With no regret,
Why would you feel bad,
About something you've already done?
I can't take it back so guilt would be weak to feel,
I'm sick, sicker than sick,
I murder,
I'm insane because I like it,
Like to see others bleed,
Because this way I see I'm not the only one,
That hurts,
I destroy,
By killing my own feelings,
What are they worth if all you feel is pain,
Burning inside until you burst,
So I try to stay numb,
By hurting others more and more,
I'm born like this,
Sick in my head,
Bitter inside,
And dark on the outside,
I won't get better,
Until the day I stop.