Bay Harbor Butcher

Cold, empty, emotionless
Life has no meanings
No great objectives
To be accomplished
No purpose in normality

Ghosts from the past
Confront with the future
Change the way of living
Creating a big nothing inside

Pretend a normal life
Hide your true self
And never forget
The monster lies within

Extreme acts
Food for the alter-ego
You kill to fulfill
The vacuum of existence

Witness the beauty of the killing
Enjoy the only real pleasure
Make the murder your art
Kill only by your code

The gift of life is in your hands
To crush as you want
To mark one like you
To purify your true self

Pretend a normal life
Hide your true self
And never forget
The monster lies within

Extreme acts
Food for the alter-ego
You kill to fulfill
The vacuum of existence