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Mad Child
Ah, this s**t doesn't even sound human anymore....it's time to kill
Rough terrain, insane in my domain
Sadomasochism, whacks, whips an' chains
There's no stoppin' us, soon to be popular
Dive in, snorkelin', shark fin circlin'
You can't step to the fearsome, ferocious
Beast makes you nauseous, please be cautious
Murderous mind state, drown in a blood bath
First comes the batter ram, strike with the battle axe
Can't fill my appetite, Viking decapitate
Turntable terrorist, cuts that evaporate
Ugh, come from the depths of the underworld
Silver fire reigns supreme on the surface
You ride the spirit horse, dream catcher captures
Take attack posture, structure and stature
I'm starin' at ya, black tarantula
Swollen psychopath, contract canceller
Prevail
Spinal cord curvature, cracks over my overture
Amateur's couldn't compete, my crowd massacre
Haven't you ever slept in the hangman's quarters
Laid down on a lathe, sharp chainsaw teeth spray
Dazed as you reach for the handle on the door
Amazed at the pattern I've engraved on the floor
Hard skills and hand saws, skilled saws and metal jaws
Vertabraeic and algebraic, against all odds
No rats to deliver raps on blood rivers
Rats and black wizards, hatch, attack prisoners
Mental complex, yells spells and vexed text
Deliverance of the next dragon's breath and burnt flesh
Mad Child
Calm surface, serpant, sleeps Leviathon
Angels assistants under Satan's surveillance
Vitalizer, psycho acoustic equalizer
Stars explode, planet Europa gets blown....
Prevail
...to oblivion, belt of Orion
What rock you livin' on? Love craft, Necronomicon
Dr. Faust to Mephisto, dirty deeds with no leads
Murky water runs red as the Holy Father bleeds
Prevail
You speed towards the outline of the tree line in question
Mad Child
The forest area where 4 people have gone missing
Prevail
Apparitions, cloud your vision, fang marks and incisions
Mad Child
Uncontrolled contortions, sacrificial fetal position
Prevail
It runs through your mind that you'd live to see the sun
Mad Child
Swore that you'd be the one
Prevail
With silver bullets in your gun
Mad Child
Now the tables are shifted, table of the bewitched
Prevail
The altar of the altered, Aleister Crowley author
Mad Child
Much harsher than the jogger that they found in the marsh
Prevail
But comes the gateway through which the army of darkness will march
Mad Child
Still heart pumps no liquid on a pedestal of marble
Prevail
No medical marvel will let you see tomorrow