Pyorrhoea - Addicted to Killing

Dark streets surround me
I hunt tonight
Searching for another human
Victim of my hunger

I need your flesh to survive
But you can not feed me
My will to kill is growing up
I find you, can't escape

Do not beg on your knees
Do not pray, it's unecessary
Your god won't help you
I'm your saviour now

Victim's flesh taste delicious
Tastes like catharsis
But that's not enough
I'm still hungry
I need to kill

Without your flesh I do not exist
I need it like the air
Your blood makes me stronger
I'm addicted to killing

Born to be killed
Born to be eaten

I need your flesh to survive
But you can not feed me

I'm so excited as I slowly kill you
Blood, massacre, fear of damnation