Wake Up Murder -

Things that I see every day, are not my fuckin' choice

I do my own thing casually, until I hear his voice

My father is an evil man, the one who runs my life

I’m his slave in this fucked up kingdom

He rules with an iron knife

He wakes with urges, a sort of deathly hunger

Massacring street trash victims

And puts them six feet under

The rancid stench of dead and filthy

Cum soaked and blood drenched flesh

As I breath in, I can taste the death

As I walk to the basement, the odor hits me hard

I trip on dead body parts

I turn and see his dates on meat hooks

He’s done this many times before

Called my mom a dirty whore

He seems to have a thing for blondes

I wonder if this is wrong, he’s into being asphyxiated

But he’ll return the favor, but when her neck is snapped

He begins to rape the dead whore

Slicing, her blood’s dripping

Twisting, her head comes off

The gruesome images I have seen

I feel I have to re-create

I try to deny my true feelings

But it always turns to hate

As I see a gorgeous woman

I need to turn her inside out

Crack her skull and fuck her slit throat

The blood shoots on me when she shouts

I tear out her eyes with my bear hands

As I swallow them whole i tear out her tongue

Down on your knees, eyes to the killer

Down on your knees, where is your savior

Tearing the face off of the whore

Take her apart till she’s no more

I puncture her chest and pull out her ribs

I tear out her guts and bite off her tits

From her intestines I suck up the blood

Take the flesh from her face and make it my own

I take my fist, wrap it in barbwire

I fist her ass, and rip out her spine