Kneedeep In Gore

I need help, I´ve lost control of my mind
An evil dwelling that no doctor can find
During lucid intervals I´m a normal man
Than my mind snaps and I kill all I can

My body shakes with hatred
My stabs are unabating

Im a modern day king Midas
Instead of turning everyting to gold
I turn everything to death

My body shakes with hatred
My stabs are unabating

One can not negotiate with a violent man
People have tried but they ended up in a trashcan
Hacked up in dismemberment or simply sliced in two
Thrown in the river or flushed down the loo

I´m knee-deep in gore
Bodies stack in wast piles
Cut off hands, cut off feet
Kneedeep in gore

I´m knee-deep in severed hands
Im standing in a pile of cut off bodyparts
I´m knee-deep in severed feet
Knee-deep in gore

My body shakes with hatred
My stabs are unabating

Im a modern day king Midas
Instead of turning everyting to gold
I turn everything to death, to death