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Horror designed by me
My conception, the chamber of fear
Reward, for those who endure
So sure, that I’ll break you all
Before the manor eats you up
My tasks, complete successfully
Fail cards, you must obtain
Or else, you stand no fucking chance
Sleep deprived and fatigued
Hours of contracts, the mind games begin
Bag on your head, duct taped your mouth
Unable to scream, submit to me
I am your master, I’m in control now
I am your master, enter the chamber
Hypnosis I will use
Surrender to your puny feeble fears
The master of mind games and psychological warfare
Attention to detail, is the key, if you want to be set free
Break the code, grab the key
Solve my puzzles my sweet abductee
Sane again you’ll never be
Terror building, I’ll film it all
Making movies, live streaming to Las Vegas
Gamblers betting who will break first
On my camera capturing essence of fear
Stunts you shall suffer through in this tour of desolation
Tasks you must succeed if you hope for a resurrection
Convoluted breakers make you wish for extinction
Anxiety building, terror consuming
I am the tyrant, your nightmares incarnate
Penetrator of your mind
You’ll see me every time you close your eyes
You really don’t want to do this
You really don’t want to do this
The master of mind games and psychological warfare
Attention to detail, is the key, if you want to be set free
I will strike fear into the hearts of those you love
Devastate your psyche and fill it with panic
Petrified for your life
Your fear spawned by me
Petrified for your life
This game ends with me
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Mortician
04:45
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I have already passed, but walk the earth as a corpse
My organs are rotting, my throat barely talks
No human interaction, in weeks or in months
No more family left living; my friends have all gone.
I walk the streets at night, in my head, as I dream
Visions endlessly crossing my mind as I scream
As the belt round my arm makes the arteries grow
I’ll part the skin, as the crimson seas of sanguine blood flow
I need a mortician, or a doctor, or a shrink.
To dissect inside my mind and see what makes me think
There’s something wrong with me
My only mental state
There’s something wrong with me
Just self-targeted hate
There’s something wrong with me
I aim to end it all
There’s nothing wrong with me
Allow fate to throttle this life from my feeble hands
I only eat to fuel my body as it rots.
Internal necrosis of my organs
No motivation when you have deceased
I'm so sick of this fucking existence
Screams of despair I hear in my head
Spark up the bong to drown out their sounds
Now the demons emerge from the void
Whiskey will banish these horrible visions
Fantasies of bullets shattering cerebrum
As the tip of the round compresses the brain
Struggling as I'm asphyxiated by twine
Final memories of regret but it's too late
Clawing at my throat as the sharp fibres pierce my skin
The irreversible decision has been made
No turning back
I choose to live to sleep all day,
for that moment of silence,
before reality and my consciousness slips away,
is the closest to which my worthless existence can experience,
that sweet moment of death.
I have many means to end it all,
but still I choose to live,
Thoughts of not experiencing scares me,
so instead I choose to live.
I can’t get my carcass out of bed
I require a doctor for the dead
Somebody call a mortician
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Internal division
Cranial circumcision
Increasing perturbation
Writhing and panicking before my body falls still
Tyrannical regulation, controls everything but the impurities
Synthetic THC, cut with vitamin e, gives the illusion of authenticity
Misreported cases, push an anti-smoke agenda
Lies causes crimes, their deception rots you deep inside
Prohibition, gives rise to gangs and death
Epidemic, contaminated drugs
Authoritarian laws do more harm than good
Denied the freedom, to choose your mental state
Cognitive liberty
I can’t breathe
My lungs flooded with blood
I can’t breathe
Terror consumes me
My last breath manifests as a scream
Before my lungs collapse and my rapid heartbeat ceases to pulse
Needless slaughter
Wasted taxes
Prejudicial policies, government conspiracies
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe
The use of spice is on the rise as strength is increased
The streets swarming with zombies as they yearn for sweet relief
Archaic legislations, potency is through the roof
Corrupted politicians wilfully deny the truth
Society is poisoned by its brainwashing elite
The ministry of propaganda, knowledge incomplete
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(Instrumental)
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Hostile to life
Face the judgement of the scythe
Hostile to life
We all die
Hostile to life
Your brothers and your sisters meet the knife
Hostile to life
We all die
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
Down, the world will fall
Down, the world will fall
Down, the world will fall
Down, the world will fall
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
The Scythe’s remorseless swing
Hostile to life
Face the judgement of the scythe
Hostile to life
We all die
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Slowly consumed by the void
As I watch through the eyes of another
Detached from my body
Free me, free me
Free me from this unreality
Focus converging, reality stagnating
No external stimulus, I only experience the passage of time
Abstraction of sight, lacking depth
Contortions of distance, isometries dissolve
Behind my eyes, I live (the true self)
Trapped in this prison of perception
A life inside a life
Deconstructing fragmentation, geometric designs
Mechanical skeleton, gown of flesh
I exist inside to observe devoid of control
Slowly consumed by the void
As I watch through the eyes of another
Detached from my body
Free me from this unreality
A consciousness beneath the mask
Homeostasis of my sense of perspective
Comprehending this invariable plane
Until the ripple of transcendence resets me
Conflict between mind and body
I cry out from inside, but no sound a-rises
I’m trapped here forever
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