[Madrox:]
Sweet silence will bestow upon me soon
Alone, I sit, readiness in my bedroom
Candles flicker as the wind blows steady
With shaky hands my heart weighs heavy

Run it over in my mind and tell myself that
I'm ready to unbreak the situation from calm to deadly
Grab the blade and put it to my neck
Start to push it in, nope, not ready yet

Need another second to deliberate another way to go
Something way more artistic and a lot more painful
Sleeping pills, no that's wack
They can pump your stomach and you'll come right back

Have you sitting in a group with other suicidalists
Reminiscing every minute and brush with death's kiss
Not for me, I'ma never go back
You will see a blast of light as I fade to black

Now that you know that it's time to go (die)
Whatcha gonna write in your death note (suicide)
If you tell me how the story unfolds (die)
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[Monoxide Child]
Woke up on the bad side of bed again
I can't escape this fate
Everywhere I turn's another wall,
And the medicine got me feeling
like I'm stuck in a maze
I can only find my way out by subtraction
Murder is my reaction,
Look in the basement and you can see what I mean,
People all cut to pieces, soaking in gasoline.

I've always knew that I was different from the start,
Born with a black heart,
Addicted to pitch dark,
I still don't understand why I'm so in love with killing,
So I just sit staring at the ceiling,
Hoping that I'll get to take this jacket off
But now with all this crazy talk,
Maybe I'll pretend to find my sanity,
and just embrace the fate the voices have handed me

I'm laughin' like a lunatic,
I'm laughin' like a lunatic.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,
I'm laughin' like a lunatic,
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[Madrox:]
Bloody body laughin like an old man only lovely
among thurowins and waste lands vision of hell
skitzo splatterin page with a staff like wizard of
old days blood and thorns Pray for a quick death
the sick world reborn and Left in front of your
dorstep Kill the Killa retribution climb abord see
what faiths hand has instore for your brutal
massacre bitch is like a death note as the wicked
man fear make a bargan for your soul in a portrait
of a cereal killa livin or dead try to huffle many
screams of anguish within his head.

[Chorus:]
In the Blood inside (I bleed in through every cut)
How many buckets of blood How many Buckets of
Blood. In the Blood inside (I bleed in through
every cut) How many buckets of blood How many
Buckets of Blood. (MORE) blood (MORE) death (LESS)
peace in the Streets (what they Scream) as the
Hover over me in my dreams. (MORE) ... Читать дальше »

Welcome to the first phase of the third day of the killing stage.
In a strange way, you're gonna feel pain, if you feel
pain, well I'm sorry but I'm angry,
and our anguish is a catalyst for all of this, and all
of that, and everything in between.
Every night, every dream.
Every stab, every scream.
So they'll be total blood, mix it in, make it clean.
By any means, if it means that you'll die.
We'll certainly try to put in graves, dead or alive, so pray to be safe.
We'll certainly try to put in graves, dead or alive, so pray to be safe.
We'll certainly try to put in graves, dead or alive, so pray to be safe.

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I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GOOO!!!

Don't kill me now, then I'm gonna kill you.
don't kill me now, then I'm gonna kill you.
don't kill me now, then I'm gonna kill you.
don't kill me now, then I'm gonna kill you.
don't kill ... Читать дальше »

Gather we will
Each in search of a thrill
A reason for feeling the needing to kill
To stop what's happening
To silence the screams
To not be afraid
To sleep and dream
To feel in control and to take it all back
To fall into peace as the sky turns to black
Hope you got what you wanted
This wonderful wish
To kill everyday until nothing exist in the world but you
Your the last one alive
But with no conflict to confront
Will there be a reason to survive
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Will the anger just die
Or will you kill that aswell
As you sit all alone in your personal hell
Welcome to the wicked

To wish I could kill everyday
Ti wish I could kill everyday
To wish I could kill everyday
To wish I could kill everyday
To wish I could kill everyday
To wish I could kill everyday
To wish I could kil ... Читать дальше »

You played yourself
You played yourself
Look at them run and strain
Counting my change
They take aim I be game
I shoot to kill
They played themselves
For trying to take my only dolla bill
Im scroungin up pennies and bottles
Da GOB played my pockets feels way
But that's okay 'cause im sceaming
But suckas playing they sell this is the season
For me to play the head hunta
Hunting heads for all the too big punks
That wanna my mental instead
I just go running and just ignore that
I got two months to live
Fofor messing and trying to be
Dis or dat now watch my back
Because they might try to jack
Fellas I thought was cool
Now they tring to swing the axe
And put my 6ft under ground
But Im already under ground
With my terrifing sound
So step back yo if you value yo health
Ya played yo self
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Whatz Ya Pleasure (x9)

Niggas die everyday
So I give a fuck
Bad luck
Too bad your fucking homie got stuck
he was a mark
Punk ass nigga, what you wanna do
Try your luck and you'll sing a dead man's groove
So smooth that it makes you want to slit your wrists
From listenin to all that wacked ass bullshit
The groove is potent so you might wanna take a hit
Or kickity kick back and listen to the funky shit
That we kick 'cause the cult is on a roll
And when we stop it, we leavin' with yo' soul
killin' nigga's like a pro 'cause i ain't a hoe
on the raezel i packs the mad roll

Nigga's can't fuck wit tha real shit
hell naw, keep yo' fuckin ears open
listen for hell's call
E-X-P the motha fuckin' grave digga Wig splitta
Holla holla holla fuck ya figure
Whatz ya pleasure, I like pain
Pain's my game, I'm insane
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Justice System...Is there Justice in the system? Or is there just us in the system??

They love to drag your ass to court
This is the arena for their sick sport
They run for office and make more laws
100,000 reasons to further their cause
We get charged we better watch out
A system of fear what they make out
Wither way it goes good or bad
The attorneys get paid and they get fat
Is there justice in a world gone crazy?
Where its survival of the fat and lazy
The less youve got theyve got you on your knees
Youll cop pleas they get fees

Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Its all such a web of lies
Attorneys are spiders and we are flies(4x)

One to prosecute one to defend
One to judge you and in the end
12 of your peers are forced to sit in
All lawyers lie so they can win
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(Hektic)
Who gives a fuck if you know my name
Or what I'm all about I'm hittin that ass
And then I'm out bitch
No strings attached cause I don't need you
Or nothen at all and incase you call
And you can be fuck doll
Its all a game as I mislead you to let me hit it
And when I get thats it bitch
Dont smell like fish bitch
So many bitches
So little time for me to hold
Suckin my scrotum
Dropin my load and I know em
To my grave I take nothen I can truly use
I light your fuse bright enough to
Light up my groove
Tonight I assume
No good no sound makein
Laying there dead, fuck bitch
Then you know that I'm takin'
I'll simply tuck my dick between your tits
and pump in a like in a sex race
The first place prize to cum all over
Your pretty face
A big disgrace
My expectations
Got me X-rated
And I love the ... Читать дальше »

Nuthin in my mind but violent memories
Oh shit how can it be
Preminitions of me shootin heroine in my vain
Call me insane
Never knw what i did could be labeled As horror bitch suck my dick
Memories did come to haunt my ass
Like that time i slit my wrists with glass
Blood scattered along the basement floor
Drag my limp ass body to the door
What the fuck i hear my little sister screamin
Oh no where do i go
Bloods pourin out my wrist like a faucet
Losin my shit hopin ima make it
Violent memories i see the pain in red
Violent memories of dreams inside my head
So was she a bad girl or was she not
Daddy didnt stop couldnt stop and wouldnt stop
Every night daddy search sara's bedroom
Touching private parts came from the mommys womb
Please she cries it hurts to look at the core
Of these acts of violence sexual and more
And in the morning sara washes ... Читать дальше »