The Murderer runs wild again
Screaming madly, Insanities
Knife gripped so tight it’s glued to his hands
Thinking over and over,
What can I stab?
Tw-Twitching for a fix
Sub blood, he demands, for that methadone drip
Drip…drip…
But the drip ain’t gonna cut it so he rips open the bag
Sucks down the Need but there’s more Need to be had…
That’s how it goes when Something’s gone mad
He swallowed too much Rage one day
Now It pours through His gaze
Eyes drinking in pain
Of those he ordains
By slicing and cutting
By his murderous rage
Victims all asking how he got this way
In humble attempts to find his humanity
In desperate pleas to let them go free
But He’s shaking and starving
Can’t hear a damn word they say
Too possessed by the bliss of watching them
Drain
And by the Power that lights up his black-blooded veins
The instruments he wields
Inflicting such pain
Evil is winning, friends
But go ahead — look away
Avoidance is easier than staring this Thing in It’s face
Because that’s what It is – There is no “He” in this man
He kills for the thrill of it
He kills ‘cuz he can
No reason, no feeling
He’s just fucking
Mad
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