Senseless Violence
Depraved Obsession: A Descent into Infamy
Lyrics
Depravity shakes in the name of the thrill
Depravity is celebrated in the pursuit of excitement.
Obsession and passion for blood that is spilled
Intense desire and enthusiasm for the shedding of blood.
I can exchange these bodies for fame
Willingness to trade lives for fame, reflecting a distorted value system.
And smile at the thought of the lives that I've claimed
Deriving pleasure from the acknowledgment of taking lives, showing a lack of remorse.
They won't know their names
The victims remain unknown and anonymous.
So young and in vain
Victims are young and their deaths seem pointless.
There's blood on my hands but I don't feel the shame
Acknowledging guilt, but lacking a sense of shame for the bloodshed.
To feel something new again
Seeking new sensations or emotions to feel alive again.
To inflict all my pain onto someone else's flesh
Transferring personal pain onto others through harm to their bodies.
The way that she looked at me
A particular gaze or interaction that left a lasting impact.
In this moonlight shining
Setting and atmosphere of moonlight, possibly linked to a significant event.
This hole became her home
A hole, metaphorically representing a grave, became someone's final resting place.
I can exchange these bodies for fame
Repetition of the willingness to trade lives for fame, reinforcing a twisted mindset.
And smile at the thought of the lives that I've claimed
Deriving satisfaction from the mental image of taking lives.
They won't know their names
Continued anonymity of the victims, emphasizing their insignificance.
So young and in vain
Reiteration of the senselessness and futility of the young lives lost.
There's blood on my hands but I don't feel the shame
Acknowledging blood on hands but lacking remorse or guilt.
I can exchange these bodies for fame
Repeated desire to trade lives for fame, reinforcing a distorted value system.
And smile at the thought of the lives that I've claimed
Deriving pleasure from the thought of taking lives, showing a callous mindset.
They won't know their names
Continued anonymity of the victims, highlighting their insignificance.
So young and in vain
Reiteration of the senselessness and pointlessness of the young lives lost.
There's blood on my hands but I don't feel the shame
Acknowledging blood on hands without feeling shame, indicating a lack of moral responsibility.
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