The darkest hour chimes and I have been waiting so long
To exercise my right to enjoy that what I'm told is wrong.
For now the time has come and so yes I will slake my thirst
For carnage, for trauma, to maul, rape, maim and worse.


Light from your bedroom window, like a beacon beckoning.
Fight me if you must, just know that I will not give in.
Your wrists and ankles pinned in the name of sheer atrocity
A microcosmic example of this sick society.



Do not fight, do not resist me, I will enter all your homes.
Such barbaric savagery, should surely remain unknown.
Yet here I am, the harbinger, the deliverer of such filth.
The bringer of pure violation, the ironic emblem of this bilge.


The downfall of all you hold dear and simply nothing less.
Until you weep and bleed and wail my crusade will not rest.
My mission paradoxically pure, so simple is my cause
To remove all your security, to forever alter your thoughts.
Fuck.


And so as blood red morning breaks, my work here is completed
All your infantile faith in the human race stands utterly depleted.
You ask, how could this happen to a little one, in an innocent existance?
My answer is not my own, for I channel a world so fucking twisted.

The moves I make are consequences of strings pulled by our culture.
The lives I take are offerings to this warped icon sculpture.
If contemporary life has lead to the skin deep being hailed, extemporised
Does it not follow in this order that the beautiful ones are sacrificed?

Can you not see that this horror is but your own creation?
A promise I fulfil, but made to you by your own mother nation?
Feed the best ones to our deity, we must please the gods night after night.
If must breed the strong to cut them down, then forever I shall bear the scythe.

a bit of a weird, fucked up, moralistic stream of consciousness, about celebrity/western culture, superficiality, society in general, and american psycho.