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