Floating in red Lyrics

This fucking hate. This fucking race. This fucking fate. This fucking rage. Can you see inside me how my anger is filled with your fear? I can feel my fate increasing with your screams and I'll smile with your murdering. You can see in my hands the weapon of your dead, and you are going to feel it. In-dead. This fucking hate. This fucking rage. In-me. My head is invaded with bloody sickness. I can't wait to see your dead face in the floor. My heart is empty of feelings and compassion. In my dreams I have seen you floating in a red liquid fermented by inhuman deceits. I'm rotting inside while you are waiting to be liberated by a fast death. But what you don't know is that your life is (now) an illusion. You're fucking dead. You can't imagine a death like this. Bound and gagged in a grey room waiting for the end of your suffering. Dead is your (only) salvation now. This fucking hate. This fucking race. This fucking fate. This fucking rage. The time of your dead. Open your eyes and see (the) expression (of my) tormented soul. I can't stand it anymore. Your end is here with me. You'll be grateful for your dead. My knife is your last vision. When murdering is an art, my acts are the symbols of a new society...