pushed way past my restraint

incinerating my own

dignant ****

i cant give it one

this putrid little inch becomes

a mile of blood drenched

corpses

along the breaking headline

this world is now mine

down payment of a silver bullet straight through

your skull

dug a grave caved in sheltering smothering stench of decay

no one shall find your pathetic corpse in motion of escape

 not able to accept your fate



dictating your every action

im now the one inside your brain i load up the machhine

and aim it for the  again

i take your life

for my own vengeance

i revel in your end

for my own vices

death to the reason

everyone is a number

on the television screen





fail wither cunts on time

for their open chests are leaking

intestines on the streets

laws of control could never

tame the beast

now the rule of the reaper

kicks the block from under your feet



out of time out of hell out of mind the clock hands are nooses strangling your screams its too fucking late