Sit down, saddle up, silence, no more,
It's time to commence this vulgaric lore.
This vocally disgusting and verbally abusive,
Overly sodomized and truly obtrusive.
Warped, wicked, rugged and raw,
To liquidate your brain and shatter your jaw.
I'll take your mind and disect it slow,
Then squeeze the tissues and begin the flow.
The fountain of my velvet desire oozes,
Slowly but surely my resistance; it loses.
I'm frantic, I'm starved: I WANT IT ALL!
Let my acts shock and scare and simply appall.
This tissue, it's tender, with the taste of knowledge,
To the voices in my head, I pay this homage.
An oath sworn in the corpses of the rotten,
With an affection for truth I've so deeply soughten.
Driven manic, I am, but not for a curse,
But for the meanings unwritten, behind every verse.
And with this craving, I'll leave my legacy in blood,
You can put me through the ringer, and my name in the mud.
Yet, it won't stop, or even slowen my pace,
I'll still be the 1st to finish the race.
Or more appropriately, the hunt, this search and destroy,
And the skin off your corpse will bring me much joy...
