He thought that he could get away Quite wrong, time will turn the tide Feeble piece of shit oblivious After a sufficient lapse of time
Psychotic build up... fantasize, Wheels are in motion... Demoralize
Voices inside instruct the disdain
Burn him... beyond, burn him... beyond recognition
He never imagined it would end this way Tortured, twisted and scorched in flames What did he do to deserve this? Cross me, I become subversive
Crawling on all fours, trying to escape Now he's drenched in gasoline, I ignite the flames More from Malevolent Creation