Damn it now it's raining, I should have been named Damien
The son of Satan waiting to prey on the young and take em'
To a place my fucking brain, break em' and sleigh em'
Show em' the way and make em' take in every word that I'm sayin'
guess I'm a genius, creating this mystique, are you feeling this?
it's seeming that things are getting heated, shit it's so tedious
I dream of this scene, I picture it, wheezing and blinking
Think of demons in my sleep, and now this ego is shrinking
My ears are steaming, I fill the beaker with sick, and beleive it
Runneth over the brim, I gather the Vick's cos' I need it
This affixiation is seithing, the imagination is leaving
My brain, I'm creeping up the passageway, I hear screaming
Tap on the door with the axe, can hear the talking of bats
It's time for slaughter, relax kidnap your daughter, she's snatched
who would have thought I'd have snapped man I'm so morbid in fact
"Here's Colin" Stanley Kubrick got fucking rewarded for that!
Scatter brains and body parts, Picasso - they call it art
Your appauled I got a bag of tools, with me to maul your heart
let me walk back to the van in Upbury Manor School car park
and grab the bag up out the back to have your jaws pulled apart
mmm... the scalpel or sissors? to make a mouthful of visciously
pulled out teeth, but it isnt shit to the amount of insitions
that I've made with a razor blade, grin as I'm pissing
sitting in prison, I'm thinking of how to kill the next victim
any feedback is welcome
