Molding a death-machine
Inculcating an abhorrence of life
The language of violence, so pure and clean
The bleeding edge of existential strife
In a world lit only by fire
Defined solely by contours of pain
Praises of death sung ever higher
Madness begins to sound sane

Undertaking the overkilled
Sustained by the blood that they've spilled
The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled
Undertaking the overkilled

A thin line between reason and violence
Between derangement and sanity
In cold blood, it festers in silence
Internecine misanthropy

These violent fantasies, encroaching by degrees
Thoughts start to metastasize, carnage soon realized

A conscience benumbed
A spirit deafened and dumb
Thoughts marching in time with the thrum
Of the danse macabre your life has become
Undertaking the overkilled
Sustained by the blood that they've spilled
The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled
Undertaking the overkilled

Thirsting for slaughter
A ravening hunger for claret and gore
Smelling blood in the water
And desperately demanding more
Phrenetic and rabid
Decorum and empathy long since forgotten
Your addiction so avid
Unable to smell that it's you who've gone rotten

Undertaking the overkilled
Sustained by the blood that they've spilled
The mass grave yawns as it's overfilled
Undertaking the overkilled
The overkilled