the beauty of a killing man

the beauty of a killing man

looking into the mirror

picking up the pieces that you broke off of me

in the middle of the night

you are the only one that can hear my cries of pain

except for the one lady who turns a blind eye

she cant see the true suffering and pain inside

all she sees is my twisted arms

and eyes opened so wide you could see almost all of the white

this torture goes on almost every night

but i cant help but being fascinated by your eyes

as you take your glasses off

i can see you know what youre doing is wrong

hurting everyone in the way of your plans

hurting anyone just because you can

the beauty of a killing man