Death By Design by That’s Nice

Gotta carve the darkest, heartless,
Embarkin’ on carnage, starvin’ for targets.
Chartin’ the farthest of marshes,
Collectin’ organs, forgin’ a fortress of corpses.
Torchin’ the forces and force them to forfeit.
Warpin’ reality, fatality’s callin’ me.
Sawin’ through frailty, boilin’ and salting like Crowley, unholy,
Wholly controllin’ the gory to end their story.
Tell ‘em to bleed out, I feed on their screams.
A fiend with a cleaver, leavin’ ‘em lean.
A teen with a dream like I’m Myers,  wired.
Fired up, hired to extract nerves like wires with pliers.
Dire, higher than spires of liars,
Unassuming but my presence is looming like Bundy.
Bloody, runnin’ through countless insanities, plannin’ these tragedies.
I ain’t gotta flinch when I’m skinnin’ their faces.
Chasin’ the pain like I’m racin’ with wraiths.
Embracin’ the hate like I’m Satan’s own blade.
Invadin’ the grave, engravin’ my name in the veins of the slain.
Insane. A stain on the brain.
The rain in the drain. The chain that’ll strain ‘til I break every frame.
The blame that’ll maim, the game that’ll claim every dame.

You could never survive where I dwell in the dark.
The part of the ark where the sharks eat the heart.
The art of the dart through the cartilage parts.
The start of the carnage.
Be the ghoul in the room.
Consummin’ the womb, assumin’ the doom.
Exhumin’ the tomb, perfumin’ the fumes with the gloom of the moon.
Attunin’ the wounds, impugnin’ the goons.
Cocoonin’ the ruins, pursuin’ the prunin’ of humans.
Spewin’ the fluid of cruelty, schoolin’ the foolish,
Rulin’ the gruel in the duel of the cruel.
Be the one with the blade in the shade.
The raid on the fray, the plague in the glade.
The fade of the slayed, the wraith that’ll fillet.
The clay that’ll lay in the tray of decay.

Never back down when the blood’s on the ground.
The hound in the sound of the poundin’ I’ve found.
The clown in the gown with the crown of the drowned.
The creeper, reapin’ through catacombs, crackin’ bones.
Attackin’ clones with hatchets, stackin’ the skulls in a cul-de-sac.
Fuck it.  buckin’ like wild horses,
Runnin’ with blades in a maze. A craze.
A haze from the grave,
Summonin’ Pinhead’s chains to rip out the rib-cage.
The gauge that’ll wage on the page of the frayed.
I been cursed with a thirst that’s perverse.
Immersed in the worst, a hearse in the dirt.
A burst of the hurt, a squirt of the murk.
A smirk in the work,
Watchin’ the blood drip in spurts, rippin’ ligaments with a jerk.
Mumm-Ra the ever-livin’, spinnin’ through sinnin’,
Grinnin’ while skinnin’ the livin’.
Assistin’ the fist that’ll blitz.
Resistin’ the wish to enlist in the piss of the abyss.
Dismissin’ the bliss.
Tell ‘em to choke on the smoke of my wrath.
The path of the bath where Elizabeth Bathory laughs.
The wrath that’ll slash through the aftermath.
A blast of the past, the vast that’ll smash through the glass.
The ghast on the path, the last to be cast.
The ass that’ll pass through the lass with a mask like I’m Norman Bates, stormin’ gates. You could never outrun this.
Huntin’ with hunger, plunderin’ under the thunder.
Sunderin’ hundreds, blunderin’ wonders.
Summonin’ demons like Damien’s screamin’.
Gleamin’ with semen of evil, weavin’ through Eden.
Leavin’ ‘em bleedin’, feedin’ off the weak shit.
Seedin’ the breedin’ of fiendin’,
Leadin’ the pleadin’ to regions of screechin’.
The beast in the streets.
Releasin’ the feast.
Decreasin’ the peace.
Increasin’ the deceased.
A priest in the least.
A yeast in the heat.
A cheat in the street.
I beat on the meat ‘til it’s tender enough to eat.

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I been trapped in the black where the maggots are feastin’. Slashin’ through caskets, my passion’s unleashin’. Bashin’ through bastards like Jason Voorhees, Harvestin’ screams cryin’ “poor me!” in the streets of the fiends. A heathen with dreams of a guillotine gleamin’, Schemin’ to cleave ‘em and leave ‘em in pieces. Eatin’ ’em raw, fuckin’ chainsaw. Texas-style massacre. Hackin’ through the panic, I’m Abaddon, scatterin’ ashes. I been buried in the dirt with the worms and the curses. Nursin’ the hurt while I’m murkin’ through churches. Purgin’ the worthless like Dahmer’s drill bit turnin’, Churnin’ through sternums, yearnin’ for murders. My words are like razors, erasin’ their faces, Lacin’ the basement with traces of brain bits. Wastin’ the wasteland, I’m Manson, Dancin’ with phantoms and stabbin’ through cabins like Ash’s severed hand is. Gotta carve the darkest, heartless, Embarkin’ on carnage, starvin’ for targets. Chartin’ the farthest of marshes, Collectin’ organs, forgin’ a fortress of corpses. Torchin’ the forces and force them to forfeit. Warpin’ reality, fatality’s callin’ me. Sawin’ through frailty, boilin’ and salting like Crowley, unholy, Wholly controllin’ the gory to end their story. Tell ‘em to bleed out, I feed on their screams. A fiend with a cleaver, leavin’ ‘em lean. A teen with a dream like I’m Myers, wired. Fired up, hired to extract nerves like wires with pliers. Dire, higher than spires of liars, Unassuming but my presence is looming like Bundy. Bloody, runnin’ through countless insanities, plannin’ these tragedies. I ain’t gotta flinch when I’m skinnin’ their faces. Chasin’ the pain like I’m racin’ with wraiths. Embracin’ the hate like I’m Satan’s own blade. Invadin’ the grave, engravin’ my name in the veins of the slain. Insane. A stain on the brain. The rain in the drain. The chain that’ll strain ‘til I break every frame. The blame that’ll maim, the game that’ll claim every dame. You could never survive where I dwell in the dark. The part of the ark where the sharks eat the heart. The art of the dart through the cartilage parts. The start of the carnage. Be the ghoul in the room. Consummin’ the womb, assumin’ the doom. Exhumin’ the tomb, perfumin’ the fumes with the gloom of the moon. Attunin’ the wounds, impugnin’ the goons. Cocoonin’ the ruins, pursuin’ the prunin’ of humans. Spewin’ the fluid of cruelty, schoolin’ the foolish, Rulin’ the gruel in the duel of the cruel. Be the one with the blade in the shade. The raid on the fray, the plague in the glade. The fade of the slayed, the wraith that’ll fillet. The clay that’ll lay in the tray of decay. Never back down when the blood’s on the ground. The hound in the sound of the poundin’ I’ve found. The clown in the gown with the crown of the drowned. The creeper, reapin’ through catacombs, crackin’ bones. Attackin’ clones with hatchets, stackin’ the skulls in a cul-de-sac. Fuck it. buckin’ like wild horses, Runnin’ with blades in a maze. A craze. A haze from the grave, Summonin’ Pinhead’s chains to rip out the rib-cage. The gauge that’ll wage on the page of the frayed. I been cursed with a thirst that’s perverse. Immersed in the worst, a hearse in the dirt. A burst of the hurt, a squirt of the murk. A smirk in the work, Watchin’ the blood drip in spurts, rippin’ ligaments with a jerk. Mumm-Ra the ever-livin’, spinnin’ through sinnin’, Grinnin’ while skinnin’ the livin’. Assistin’ the fist that’ll blitz. Resistin’ the wish to enlist in the piss of the abyss. Dismissin’ the bliss. Tell ‘em to choke on the smoke of my wrath. The path of the bath where Elizabeth Bathory laughs. The wrath that’ll slash through the aftermath. A blast of the past, the vast that’ll smash through the glass. The ghast on the path, the last to be cast. The ass that’ll pass through the lass with a mask like I’m Norman Bates, stormin’ gates. You could never outrun this. Huntin’ with hunger, plunderin’ under the thunder. Sunderin’ hundreds, blunderin’ wonders. Summonin’ demons like Damien’s screamin’. Gleamin’ with semen of evil, weavin’ through Eden. Leavin’ ‘em bleedin’, feedin’ off the weak shit. Seedin’ the breedin’ of fiendin’, Leadin’ the pleadin’ to regions of screechin’. The beast in the streets. Releasin’ the feast. Decreasin’ the peace. Increasin’ the deceased. A priest in the least. A yeast in the heat. A cheat in the street. I beat on the meat ‘til it’s tender enough to eat.

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