Connoisseurs Of Death Letras

My thoughts control me
I can't hold back any longer
I must commit these acts
My fantasies compel me
Watching
Stalking
Waiting
Planning this perfect crime
I have studied your surroundings for months now
I know exactly when to make my move, and exactly how i'm going to make my move
A perfect murder to me is all about strategy
So unaware as i stalk flawlessly
Repeatedly in my dreams i have pulled this job

In front of the mirror as you prepare for sleep
This is when i sneak behind and put the barrel of the shotgun to your head
I like it when you see my face

A blow to the skull, i make sure your still alive
I only kill quick when necessary, but this is a score i must settle
Now is when my fantasies come, so i reach for my blade
Inflicting this mutilation, slashing your face, stomping your body
I love to see you in such pain, for this pain is my extasy
Suck the barrel, and look at me in the eye
Do you think i really give a fuck about what i'm going to do?
Decapitated by 12 gauge slugs, i can't even recognize half your body anymore
Your family will probably tell the authorities i'm a suspect
So i eliminated them before i eliminated you
Dragging you to the basement, i place you with the rest
Nude, in perverted positions with your loved ones
Fiendishly i masturbate to the scene i have created
The investigators are going to be shocked
My payoff, my crime gets televised
Overwhelmed with laughter as i realize
They'll never catch me