When the Lion Is Hungry The Lion Eats He enjoys his meal He toys with his prey He taunts his prey Then he grabs his glock And he double taps him to the head to make Sure he's dead So remember these words When the Lion Is Hungry The Lion Eats
I killed somebody. I still laugh about it. I get sentimental flashbacks about it. I cut his heart out while he cried about it. "Why so serious? You'll be fine without it." The look on his face - it was horrifying. Violence and pain - Yeah, I glorify it. Got a problem? Pray to your god about it. I smoked a pack and then forgot about it. I keep his severed heart as a special token. To remind me of all the hearts I've broken. He's not alone; I have a dozen others. His corpse lays cute, and so does his mother's.
It started with me shaving the hair on the back of my hands First in small patches and then to meet demand I could hear and feel every strand as it met blade But I don't remember the cuts or when they were made
But I can tell by the length that they started out small But they became longer, more vicious, more deeper and all I see the mirror and the mirror sees me It draws me with promises that this is where I need to be
It shows me things, things that can't be ignored Of the pleasures of hell and what's in store Of the...
As I lay back on the bed and I close my eyes I remove all questions out of my head from who to why I open a rift that allows me to slip deep within my mind The air gets thicker and the darkness begins to shine
In this realm of reality, there is just me Past, present, and future, along with alter egos to be They all separate creating an aisle so I could see The one thing in this dimension that really wasn't me
He was back in the shadows as if he was hiding and on a chain I didn't have to ask because I knew his name He was...
As we entered the chamber there was crackling underfoot Squeaks and scampering, lots of squishing underfoot We retreated for a flamethrower and we needed more light We needed to identify what in the fuck was creating our plight
As we reentered the chamber now in a pattern that's uniformed The secrets of the squeals and squishes were now transformed The rats were feasting on all the roaches that we had squashed They were crackling under our feet as if we were walking on glass shards