Within me lays to rest, the potential to murder, a monster within his cage, bound with fury and anger, though weak I am when in this form, I have adapted and will overcome, yet all who have seen know that my fury is my might, and that is why when necessary, I release him.
Under pain and anger still, I find myself the thrill, the thrill to overkill, I’m wicked and unjust, watch as I fucking thrust, this forsaken knife, into that man’s life, to end his strife, watch as his body hits the floor, you’ll be crying out for more, but I’ll send you out the door, cut and spliced into a man, don’t tell me that you fucking can, find yourself a way from this land, your got yourself caught in this blackland.
It is time to, (rise x10).
Rise, with all of my anger, never have I seen stranger, then when I saw myself in the mirror, rise, the man with the katana, born from fucking Scoria, bringing with him nyctophobia, defiling the image of Maria, rise, this is the sin with which I desecrate, with which I initiate, with which I exhilarate, the coming of the end, (rise x10).
Under pain and anger still, I run to the fucking hills, because of the blood I spilled, I’m a prisoner of society, causing all agony, my trek born from lies, always in disguise, watch me as I rise, gathering all my might, to murder the light, doing it all just for spite, cut and spliced into a man, don’t tell me that you fucking can, find yourself a way from this land, your got yourself caught in this blackland.
Reality is the end of falling short, the massacre I created a product to distort, time to cage the monster inside, with fury and anger, until once again the abomination rises from the grave.