Every intricate incision on his patient intrigues his nerves
Hair stands on end to see the scarlet cover their throats like a scarf
Mind frame long beyond the status of mentally unstable
He broke free of the shackles of humanity and morals
The mans reason for existence is nothing more then the love of suffering
To see the ones who once stared in hatred
Squeeze their eyes shut in terror
To him, he is doing good to the world
Exterminating the world of these virii
But he is not understood, even in the small sane part of his mind

They have a family, let him go
Grab the knife, show them the hatred they have grown
Violence is the weapon of the ignorant
They never understood you, you are nothing to them
You have lost touch with reality
The only reality you need, is the one you live right now
The lives that cause you pain, Are in your hands
The futures that told you had none, are under your control
Grab ahold of your conscious
Stop and think
Knowing the consequences, why do you persist on this?

He clears his mind…
And continues his work…

Follow each vein with your knife.
As they are your path to freedom.
Connect visually, and watch his life drain
Watch as his mortality drips from his fingertips