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Wicked voices controlling me wanting me to kill without remorse without guilt my mind implodes as I am in killing mode the blood rushes from their neck as I slice and dice A head decapitated my sickly smile stuns all the while I am a violent psychopath that follows the one path to draw blood...

I exist through a dream a dream with no end a dream with no end I value my reality with all my sincerity Visions give me a purpose that I am not alone but the disability remains victorious as much as I am glorious voices make me weak at the knees although they are temporary the pain is very real...

Wrecking ball persona I never owned up to I am a liar, a thief, a fake flakes of skin fall from the bone all alone in a violent world the voices whisper darkness into my ear I fear them, I loathe them I dive into despair for long periods of time I don't lose hope I wash myself down with soap...

It's a plan failed from the beginning trapped within a closed space my face feels flat my choices seem little is this the end of a dream or a repeating nightmare only you can decide my fate just don't be too late for the consequences are far reaching one simple touch and you're dead alongside a...

Releasing the demons in my head suicidal thoughts are my new bed a comfort I need to sleep forever too I have been drinking too much negativity and now I am addicted hungover and leaning over a ledge always on edge like the knife tip in the moonlight glistening never missing a beat a darkness...

This song deeply arouses my sub conscious and everything within it. It's so creepy but also kind of beautiful. Love my clowns and love my American horrorcore rap <3 Vera lee haunting me, here with me, Vera Lee watching me carefully. Sounds a lot like those people in my head, is why I love...

To spot a thief in the night. I have a bright and dark way of thinking Chasing ghosts in my nightmares The most vibrant of desires To aim higher is the plan But the crown is heavy My levy knows no limitations Fragmentation of my medicine That makes me ill of will And fight my thoughts on rewind...

From aeons hymn, a misery dims transcending, becoming, transforming Carving the stone with a blunt knife a deeper force to be reckoned with a monument to the lives long since past the extinguished are always relinquished headless serpents call my grave home sewn are the seeds of remorse...

Bow down for I am your king crimes against humanity salt in my wounds fantasy is my dreams nothing is ever as it seems the motion sickness overcomes the pain and perils of the deep bow down for I am your king satan whispers dark desires into my ear I never listen, I always glisten in the...

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