[Verse 1 Novatore] Delusional mind, extreme secretivity Psychotic sick fixation with symmetry Dog talk son of sam nights sweats and shivering Feline dissection with surgeon delivery Fanatical fan of discordant melodies Hostile spittin colossal obscenities Bedroom stench make you nauseaus stay cautious When you approach the vicinity Eyes pierce thru and damage like lasers Jet black coffee and stale cigarettes Garments is average, visions is villainous Evil incarnate, he lusts for the flesh Nights spent scheming, dreams of you dreaming Permanent sleeping, casket for beds Ed gein stomach ends the loneliness Shows no emotion, cries when you leave him [Verse 2 Novatore] Years of resistance cognitive dissonance Empathy void moral war in the mind Urges resisted healed by the hand Ignoring demand, the assailant turns blind Weight on the back to much ignore The brain turns to gore in the fullest submission A violent tradition he tried to abhor The victim awaits as he plots in the kitchen Drills the skull blood stained abercrombie Prepare for the rapture atomic like blondie Sulfuric acid gets dropped in the brain Too drunk for the pain, turn you into a zombie Rev the chainsaw like from bateman from psycho 3 floors down watch it drop on your head Dusseldorf vampire blood in the belly Got a 4 foot shovel robbing graves of the dead [Verse 3 Lostflow] Is he gon rape ya? No hes gonna eat ya Like a creature After he beats ya Doesnt matter how he treats ya You dont need no preacher You gon end up in his stomage Maybe he will leave a lil snack in his luggage You ever tried human flesh? Does it taste like chicken? Before you eat it try it With smelling and licking To you it may feel sickening But its just some kinda reckoning A reckless thing Controlling him Eat what you despise Thats the new revolution Cricket and me are the first ones to rise Get ready for the retribution
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