Thy Art Is Murder
Hammer Smashed Face
Something inside me
It's, it's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose of the anger
Held back too long
My blood runs cold
Through my anatomy
Dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex
A servant to its bidding
Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
Sledge's my tool to torture
As it pounds down to your forehead
Eyes bulging from their sockets
Every swing of my mallet
Smash your fucking head until the brains seep in
Through the cracks, blood does leak
Distorted beauty, catastrophe
Steaming slop, splatterеd all over me
Lifelеss body, slouching dead
Lecherous abscess where you once had a head
Avoiding the prophecy of my newfound lust
You will never live again, soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
Facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half
Crushing cranial contents
Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands, nerves are incised
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions
Suffer, and then you die
Torture, pulverized
At one with my sixth sense
I feel free
To kill as I please
No one can stop me
Created to kill
The carnage continues
Violently reshaping
Human facial tissue
Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
Sledge's my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead