i'm over the sappy pathetic stories br i wanna write poetry about my glories br either that or killing, its a two track mind br speakin' of either one of 'em helps me unwind br the whole death thing used to unease me br but now every single part of it intrigues me br lately i've been thinkin' my two tracks may have met br my stories of glory used to be my stories of regret br to kill was just a thrill but now its my joy and pride br i really never thought the two would ever coincide br guilt is no longer a feeling i must endure br with bloody hands still, i feel so good and pure br the faces of the lives that i took no longer haunt my dreams br i dont hear the beggin' 'n' pleadin' or those awful screams br so late at night when my dirt is done and my victim is turning cold br i rest my head on my pillow and wonder what tomorrow will hold.