DIWIT

Do tell what's wrong with this.
Little children joining hands around a flame.
The streets are littered with skulls.
Drawing with markers made from severed fingers.
Playing games I too enjoy.
Murder in the dark, execute who's accused.
This demented world I see.
Was created once twisted with demons from wicked dreams.

My excitement can't be contained.
Headless dogs lay bleeding on the ground.
We all must wait our turn.
The sight of blood makes me lose control.
A moment of twisted bliss.
The razor's kiss slitting across your throat.
This demented world I see.
Was created once twisted with demons I made.

Die for me.
I believe you own at least that much to me.
What's the value for someone so twisted like me?
I get plenty pleasure playing all these games.
Total satisfaction once I've butchered you, piece by piece.

Survive one night.
If you do that, I'll consider you belong.
Survive one night.
If you do that, I'll consider you belong.
Consider you belong.
I belong...