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REWOT KCOLC( ft. Anna Disgrace)
Welcome Hell And it feels like I can't stop
It's almost everyday I been waking up to blood spots
And my mouth is starting to taste like raw meat
Human remains strapped up in the saw seat
Feeling like I lost my brain feeling like I lost my image
Every time I go open my mouth there seems to be more blood in it
In my backyard seems to be more holes in the ground
Every time I turn on the news another person never found
My Halloween mask
Wrapped the body's in swran wrap
Use the coat hanger if they start to struggle
Chase the meat down with every guzzle
Of the Vodka
Been this monsta
Puking up blood never stops the
Urge
To go absurd
I promise you this is my word
This whole plant will spit
THe images of this serial sick
Thoughts in my mind
Taste in my mouth gets me every time
Add the seasoning
Do it when there breathing an
I Have no mercy so there is no reasoning
Ed gein
Family's will grief
Send these
Remains to there mom in a shoebox
And leave there kids half bitten face in the oven of a pizza shop
Welcome Hell
As my victim utters as I rip off the nails
Cut the eye lids
Leave the eyes
Welcome to hell as the body is burned smoke in the sky
they eat the feeling out of my face.
they drip red blood on the pavement.
their shirts stained with slippery organs.
they hide in their hollow dens.
waiting for their next victim.
they clean up nice.
they'll look like you or me.
but something is different between
him or I. a secret,that hides.
the cannibal that feeds,on something
but energy. he see's with eyes of hunger,
on their juicy meat.
they shriek at my feet
asking please don't kill me.
but I need to feed this addiction.
my passion is deadly someone always dies.
my empathy has died, I cant thrive on just bones.
my guilt has been sewn by the bloody ones home.
I guess I died that night taking that first bite.
the bones lay in a shiny black bag.
it just sags in its new home.
there will be no justice to these morsels.
they have just burned in my stomach acid.
It's almost everyday I been waking up to blood spots
And my mouth is starting to taste like raw meat
Human remains strapped up in the saw seat
Feeling like I lost my brain feeling like I lost my image
Every time I go open my mouth there seems to be more blood in it
In my backyard seems to be more holes in the ground
Every time I turn on the news another person never found
My Halloween mask
Wrapped the body's in swran wrap
Use the coat hanger if they start to struggle
Chase the meat down with every guzzle
Of the Vodka
Been this monsta
Puking up blood never stops the
Urge
To go absurd
I promise you this is my word
This whole plant will spit
THe images of this serial sick
Thoughts in my mind
Taste in my mouth gets me every time
Add the seasoning
Do it when there breathing an
I Have no mercy so there is no reasoning
Ed gein
Family's will grief
Send these
Remains to there mom in a shoebox
And leave there kids half bitten face in the oven of a pizza shop
Welcome Hell
As my victim utters as I rip off the nails
Cut the eye lids
Leave the eyes
Welcome to hell as the body is burned smoke in the sky
they eat the feeling out of my face.
they drip red blood on the pavement.
their shirts stained with slippery organs.
they hide in their hollow dens.
waiting for their next victim.
they clean up nice.
they'll look like you or me.
but something is different between
him or I. a secret,that hides.
the cannibal that feeds,on something
but energy. he see's with eyes of hunger,
on their juicy meat.
they shriek at my feet
asking please don't kill me.
but I need to feed this addiction.
my passion is deadly someone always dies.
my empathy has died, I cant thrive on just bones.
my guilt has been sewn by the bloody ones home.
I guess I died that night taking that first bite.
the bones lay in a shiny black bag.
it just sags in its new home.
there will be no justice to these morsels.
they have just burned in my stomach acid.
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