Die Tired

Are you the one, are you the right, a new victim will die tonight
I'll smash your face and crush your head. you'll end up dead in my bed
The smell of blood makes me insane, I'll stab you again & again
I want to torture, I want to kill, I cut your throat, what a thrill

It doesn't matter if you're saints or sinners
It doesn't matter if you're losers or winners
You can run, but you can't hide
You'll only die tired!

I love your pain, I love your fear, the death is near oh so near
Blood on the floor, blood on the wall, with a chainsaw we're gonna have a ball
I'll take a trophy, I'll take an eye, but it's too early for you to die
You're not the first, you're not the last, so many victims in my past

It doesn't matter if you're saints or sinners'