Ancient symbolisms from forgotten societies
Casting curses on the theists to satanic varieties
Bloodletting rituals of habitual slaughter
All inspiration for the psyche that created a monster
He's all alone in the darkness, filthy-ass apartment
Scrubbing red stains off the white berber carpet
But no amount of bleach can wipe away what he's become
A schizophrenic, manic presence who's completely fucking numb
Trying to retain the same but his brain keeps telling him to do these fucking things and so he listens
Grabs a knife from the kitchen and starts stabbing this bitch
And laughing uncontrollably until she finally stops twitching (Twitching)
Pick up the knife
Do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay
Murder is the way
Manipulation from demonic possession
Or just a case of medicated forced neurotic suggestion
A psychotic confession of a dope-sick sinner man
Sitting in the middle of a blood-drawn pentagram
Praying for forgiveness or relief from his next fix
A red light casting on the street flashing Netflix
Staring at her body still silent and beautiful
A victim of a fate that was so inexcusable
Why'd it have to feel so good, he wish he could kill the bitch again
He knows that he would if she'd just stand up and get up off of the ground
But she ain't moving, she ain't breathing, she ain't making a sound
Pick up the knife
Do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay
Murder is the way
Obviously numb, he's sitting, writing on the door
With a finger that he's dipping in the puddle on the floor
And rocking back and forth and humming hymns to break the silence
By the shadows dancing on the walls still haunted by the violence
The voices in his head are whispering as he listens
The screams from tortured souls seem to echo in the distance
He looks up at his work like a numb but lean observer
Now bloody letters spelling out two words, THE MURDER
Pick up the knife
Do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay
Murder is the way
