And as the blood trails down the sink you catch a glimpse

But it's surreal, you're not who you think, feel so detached

Just to your left, there in the tub, lays your helpless victim

And as you scrub, all went to plan, although something's missing

Because there was no, no relief, no release, it's not what you hoped it would be

Dissatisfaction's fires reign, and the hunt starts again

Through all these years, the plan's evolved, to the point of perfection

So why the lack, why no resolve, why no sense of closure

The perfect victim, it's what you had and more than once before

So what went wrong, what flaws the scheme, why are the fires raging on

You know there's a hatred, that you've tucked away in the blackest annals of your heart

And you feel the compulsion, no it's more than that, like the very threat of consumption

Deny all that's rational, chase satisfaction, make violence and hatred the master

And each drop of blood, each vessel you drain still won't let you turn the key

You kill again without remorse, yet the demons still come screaming

Each sacrifice is closer to your supposed perfect ending

But in the end, all that is real is the blood on your hands

Until you're caught or until you're dead, the hunt demands your tending