Blunt Force Trauma

Draining constant acid from the wounds of deceased victims' appetite
Disturbing images plague everyone's perseverance
I grow weak

Culling of demons as I murder serpentines
Bash your fucking head with my hammer in hand
Your brains splatter to the cold ground as I reign
Torture is my way of life, I'm fucking insane

Blunt force trauma
Bleeding on the ground dead
No more life in you now
Now I'm hacking your corpse
(This is what I'm meant for
Compact for a trophy)
Detectives are out to find
But they'll never find me
Your body under the house
With the other thirteen
Rigor mortis entices me

Get this body out of here, leaking fluids on the floor
Bring this bastard to a bag
Cursed names as eulogies are once said once more
"I don't really give a good fuck what you know or don't know
But I'm gonna torture you anyway
All you can do is pray for a quick death."
Oceans of delusion constantly fill my mind
My soul is rotting
Kill the innocence in my head again
Banish all the entities straight to hell



Credits
Writer(s): Boaden Jack
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