Killing Fields - Slayer

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