Missing Link - Impulse

Sad thoughts turn to sickness
And I am changing shape
Spiraling into this hate
There will be no escape
I can’t be who I was
Before this world
Turned me to a...
KILLER
Murderous impulses
Of a manic mind
In the night
Bloodlust
For the voices in my head
Headlong for the death
I crave
Now wear my curse-
Now wear my curse across your face

In my rat race for riches
Avoid snakes, cowards, traitors and bitches
You could become a casualty around here
Taste of fear unless the cash hits-
Closed casket

Pain is thе cross I bear
And I am changing shape
Every timе you beg for a taste
How eager I am to supplicate
Suffer, I suffer, I suffer alone
Hatred and pain
No blood from the stone

Pain is the cross I bear
And I am changing shape