Eight hour shift - like every day
I go home - they think I care
family that I don't know - relatives to whome I don't relate

In my mind it dwells, it speaks
it hides, lurking unperceived
in my mind it dissipates
while this mind fissions and breaks

Absurd hunger for human flesh
dwells within us all
oppressed by my daily routines
waiting for the fall
of the oppressor
the civil "me"

Sleeping after a hard day's night - awoken by my family
his John Smith they bother - but millenia old beast in me
hacking at their screaming bodies
i'm my beast no longer me
unnamed ones under my knife
their grievous yell I cannot hear

My mind has given me amnesty
I can't recall my brutal acts
creatures longing for blood and sex
hate and life, love and death
transfiguration...

When mind turns to negative
We kill off our relatives
by this time we are blind
unnamed ones under our knives

Wanting is the point of life
like moths near flames we live our lives