Do you know what it's like?
To cut a throat, make it bleed?
To hear that voice, make it scream?
To see into their souls and what they've been?
To hear their echos before their hearts stop to beat?
To end a life, so innocent, so pure?
One not sinned with greed or pleasure?
Do you know what it's like to kill?
To be the Devil in their last minute?
