Lyrics

[Verse 1] Mutilated corpses & carcasses Decapitated horse heads on top of beds Similar to parts of the walking dead Except everybody dies when the song begins You may wonder what kind of thought this is A killer with a heart like an artist is Explosions exposing brains Bullets that inflict more fear than pain Visions that appear insane. Crimson stains Hotter then a searing flame Masochists screaming bring the pain Too many volunteers to name I just wanna feel it already I'm wondering how do I get it already I'm trying to get it while the feeling is heavy Cause if I didn't and I died, I'd be Machiavelli Haunting my enemies Start of your ending Prodigy memories Hah! [Hook] And I won't go through this black hole cause I feel like giving up And I don't know how to go forward 'cause I feel a little stuck And I won't go through this black hole cause I feel like giving up Maybe loco, I suppose so. What I gotta be is tough [Verse 2] Stuck in purgator Clutching on a sword Hunting carnivores Trusting not a soul Lust is on a roll Sluts outta control Destruction's never come like this before I just wanna score I just wanna live I lost all my goals I just want my bed I just want some head I feel dumber now Think that's how I climb out from under ground In my mind on rewind all I wanted to be was out of the heat But now all I see is 190 degrees surrounding me Is this purgatory or hell flames? When I try to escape a bell rings When I try to remain my cells change Am I being possessed? I feel strange, I feel stressed My body feels like my feet left My heart & my head feel near death [Repeat hook]