I bind my victims in to chair, then i hide their eyes
so they can not watch me as i carve their flesh
beneath your skin where the flesh hides
i have to find it, i have to find my cure

your blood is running out
your face is turning white

i open the skin and pour your blood
to end your suffer I strangle you
your body turns blue as your blood runs out
exsanguination is the way you die

your blood is running out
your face is turning white

I have to collect your blood
'cause it keeps me alive
I'm not a murderer
I'm a patient

Blindfolded cold bodies laying around
this is my warehouse of death
here lies remains of my nurses
nurses that kept me alive