The power running through my veins br Reminds my physical being to refrain br br Running on empty is my mind br Evil thoughts not really mine br br Where they come from know not I br I react to them with but a sigh br br Mayhem and murder I fear not br I enjoy the feeling quite a lot br br I question the deeds with my empty head br Somehow the question ends up dead br br Power wells up in my body untrained br Like a Pit Bull on a long bloody chain br br The kill of victory is but a crime br It makes me vicious br In its furtive design.