Killing Fields

You know the feeling When adrenaline takes control Can't beat the rush That leaves a suicidal hold Instinct spares no one Destroying the human heart The taste of blood Can rip your soul apart Devils that drive us Do not discriminate A state of mind That becomes the ultimate end Action reaction Blood line is not immune To the depth of human nature Inside of me and you A sociopath with empty eyes And no soul Paranoid psychotic heart of stone My blood runs cold Evils of passion Can drive reason to extremes Love hate and murder Temporary insanity On the edge of a Demented personality Emotional Pain is a deadly reality A sociopath with empty eyes And no soul Paranoid psychotic heart of stone My blood runs cold A choice is made of free will Just like the choice to kill Decisions to lose control My self-destructive rationale A choice is made, made of free will Just like the choice, the choice to kill In the speed of a moment Life stands still now you're standing in my killing field A choice is made of free will Just like the choice to kill In the speed of a moment Life stands still now you're standing in my killing field --- Killing Fields - Slayer