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Correct Threat Level No. 3 Lyrics
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The Black Dahlia Murder
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Correct Threat Level No. 3
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Society I beg of thee Open your hateful arms to me For now I am just like you You see my balls rattle in a jar ‘neath smiling mask remains a past As I recant couldn’t help but laugh Was that really me who had sipped from the glass wrought of all pedophilic sin? Merely the calm thrust between the two most violent storms man’s seen or a libido guillotined forevermore? They dangle bait right in my face That once did make my heart so race But hormonally my desire replaced to quell all but the faintest roar Merrily o mother let them play The boogeyman he has gone away The slender one who would make his prey from the good little girls and boys Come tempt the fates I do implore For I am not He anymore Subject to all parental scorn Demon exiled Threat level number three A badge to my reign of depravity If it’s only my death that can set us all free then what is it we’re waiting for? My crimes of sick lust they’ve secured me a space In a man’s most befeared and respected of place In the home of the horned and His torturing flames I deserve all of this and more Thwarting the raping beast That deep inside me sleeps In a hope that this history will never repeat My dick my gun now obsolete Are we all here just grasping at straws? Is the Devil’s will absolute is it stronger than laws? Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I’ve stalked? Is there truly a hope left for me? Down her leg blood trickled I remember her every breath Chemically castrated Normality is mandated for now Leaden the weight of this arms they could not bear Gonadal atrophy a product of their care Reclusive enemy inside me he dwells Guilt swells abysmally unequaled my hells Society I truly beg of thee I should remain behind silver lock and key Feeling the rip of young tissues ‘round my meat Now a fading dream to this pitch-blackened sheep Threat level number three A badge to my reign of depravity If it’s only my death that can set us all free then what is it we’re waiting for? My crimes of sick lust they’ve secured me a space In a man’s most befeared and respected of place In the home of the horned and His torturing flames I deserve all of this and more Thwarting the raping beast That deep inside me sleeps In a hope that this history will never repeat My dick my gun now obsolete Are we all here just grasping at straws? The Devil’s will absolute is it stronger than laws? Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I’ve stalked? Is there truly a hope that is left for poor pathetic fucking me?
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