Kinda new to the scene not so much to the workings, darkness, swallowed up
The life of me without apology; so now I'm heartless...

Cancer-Dancer; Crazy as a Mujahideen... Fucked in a graveyard? I bet you
Know the answer... I know that's just a bit obscene... these words are
Birthed of memory, they culminate the life of me... and vicariously... that
Makes me a necromancer. Romance is but a fancy word for magic. Foreplay
With soul, finish in the dirt... And where a curse would heal... This kiss
Will kill...

Rebel to anything, especially the mainstream; I really get my kicks that
Way...

I'm surrounded by drones and robots; programmed minds that work slowly but
Sure enough, spoon-fed minds; the spoons feed but sewage... Do what we're
Told like good little puppets... Lest, gaze at the villain for playing the
Nonconformist...

Rebel to anything, especially the mainstream; I really get my kicks that
Way...

Everything falls apart, I'm not a number... Forgotten memories are the
Seekings of our beings, I have seen the scenes of from flesh to machines;

Save your face, enjoy it while you have one...

In my right mind, heaven; In the left side, Armageddon...

Apparition on a mission

White as night, life of fight, got a mother fucking heart, that is daughter
Fucking cold, as a frozen block of water... Popular Culture? Get with the
Media, suck their fucking tits as you grasp what they feedin ya... hip hop's
Been dead, these gangsta's are wankers... rock stars are not stars; Be your
Own god

Call it what you want, when I admit that which you won't.

I’m not a maniac... I’m just a fucking psychopath and an iconoclastic bandit
Who’s been demanded to be severed from the strings which swing off god’s
Hands….the same one created by man…who created this plan just to rule the
Land; just to take your land…it’s all about grab and brag, power and
Control, I guess you didn’t know even Christ has a price on his soul…the
Highest bidder is the killer

Killer, killing... I'm adept at gravefilling. Got a shift that I’ll never
Leave... I'm like a timesheet, I punch in... Grinding! I punch out, and I’m
Flossing... all heavily like, well not really.

Who the fuck do you know... Sheeps to shepards... I'm a wolf... Contend with
With me, I'll slay your persona... the devil wouldn't wanna... my aura's calm
As rain, but I STRIKE LIKE LIGHTNING!

… Soul like an opera, my words are libretto. They stab like stiletto. More
Go than bloodflow: Fresh wound, clean blow...

Who the fuck do you know...
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