Antidote

A painful, drawn-out death
 You'll get what's coming your way
 Merely a fraction of the suffering that you have caused
 You've led a double life, of torture, rape and murder
 Sadistic acts, carried out in bursts of rage
 In this world, there's no cure for your sickness
 Our time, poisoned, plagued by your existence
 Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
 ...When you're done...
 Another life has ended
 Are you proud? Do you feel satisfied?
 A helpless victim builds a sense of power in you
 But that power will soon be ripped to shreds!
 In this world, there's no cure for your sickness
 Every human poisoned, plagued by your existence
 Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!
 (Solo: A. Bertilsson)
 They died in vain, enduring sickening pain
 Your victims, all slain, to you it is a game
 Never felt shame, since media gives you fame
 "Murderer" is your name, and you deserve all blame!
 In this world, there's no cure for your sickness
 Everything... poisoned, plagued by your existence
 Death is all you see... in these endless fields of misery!