Cannibal Corpse - Death Walking Terror

I am the black thoughts of the night Deep in the darkness of your mind Shrouded in shadow, the mental torture In the realm of death walking terror Stalking the closest to the edge Imposition of depravity Sanity holding by a thread Desperation draws them close to me Always unseen but never far behind Fleeting darkness tricks your eyes Paranoia, a creeping horror Guided by the death walking terror Your hand reaches for the knife Subconscious molding insidious It was always in your mind Release the pain, a psychotic rush Death walking terror Slow mental torture I am the blood you seek to spill I am your inner drive to kill Dark inspiration, a moral failure Created by the death walking terror Your hands have done my bidding well Your hideous dreams now reality Manipulation done with stealth I was with you, I heard the screams Death walking terror Slow mental torture Death walking terror Psychic tormentor The weakest ones will fall My murderous influence appeals to their fear My will is just too strong The decision was mine but they’ll never know Death walking terror [Solo: Pat O’Brien] I walk behind you while you kill Usurping your mind, you are oblivious You’ll never know your spirit fell Supplanted by this deep disgust Death walking terror, slow mental torture Death walking terror, psychic tormentor