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DirtyDirtyRockstar

When I first joined this band of misfits
I never expected to become a local hit
but public interest grew fast.
By our third show we drew quite a crowd
enjoying our theatrics, screaming so loud
my dream was coming true at last...
I soon learned, being vocalist for deathcore
girls had interest in me, but mostly whores
were they all the same way?
But I still wasn't over my ex-girlfriend
and catching her cheating, the images burned in
I just couldn't make them fade...
Then one night, standing front-row
I saw a girl, she'd been at every show
she never moved, just stared into my eyes
dressed like a gothic Barbie-doll
I was transfixed
until a guitar crashed across my spine...
I snapped out of my hypnosis
realizing it was time to destroy the stage
back to the reality of this psychosis
as I joined the band in our untethered rage.
After pouring lighter-fluid on the drumset
and setting it ablaze
I walked up to the girl and invited her to join me
at the after party for some whiskey and cocaine...

She went on and on about how she enjoyed my lyrics
and the violence upon ourselves my band rendered, "So horrendous"
but the more she spoke, the less I could listen
I was already planning my hidden agendas...
I played my part and strung her into my coup
made her feel like part of the group
led her into thinking I cared
made her fall for me on the way there...
Then came the night she used the 'L' word
not 'lesbian scissoring', you fucking pervs
I knew it was time, coming upon the final hurdle
now I could see this plan come full circle...

I told her many lies and fibs about
what she meant, and her I couldn't live without...
I manipulated her mind to a more twisted way of thinking
convinced her that my ex was stalking and bothering
and that there was only one solution
for us to live forever, happy and free...

I drove her to my ex's house and handed her a knife
told her I loved her as she got out to go end another's life...
Counted to 20, then grabbed the suicide note I'd prepared
popped my trunk and got my pistol
made my way up the stairs...
She was in the kitchen, covered in blood
as I kissed her...


and blew her brains out
Written by NarcissusNarcosis
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