Hit the clown

Clown, clown, clown, clown

So you wanna be a mutilator

A crank-winded flesh and meat disintegrator

Be a waste, huh? A disgrace, huh?

You wanna stab and lick a face, see how it tastes, huh?

Drag a blade some, incisions make some

Just off a whim, saw off limbs and separate some

Not fitting in, shit, don't pretend

You wanna stab somebody, stab 'em like it's stab again

Right off the bat, you grab it mad

You wanna stab anatomies and jab the bladder like your fantasies

Don't matter, fuck some casualties

The blood spat is bad, and scattered fat you're glad to see

But to erratically react can mean some automatic tragedies

A slicer, a sacrificer

You prefer the axe that hacks at backs and necks nicer

A flesh invader, annihilator

I know exactly how you're feeling, boy

You wanna be a mutilator

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

(You can't turn back)

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

You can't turn back

You paid to play (a mutilator)

I know you like fucking, make human nuggets

And when the torso's all that's left, you wanna hug it

Snap digits off, slice meat

You wanna slap their naked dead ass to the beat

Splash in blood puddles, slip and slide

Lubricated bloody bodies pressed together glide

Stab a chainsaw through his dang skull

Thick and gluey blood spatter drains down the wall

Windows up a crack, you're black and dressed

Tied to the back, they're having sex

Weapon attack, a man possessed

Your body tag is stabbing necks

So what you snap, you're hella stressed

Oppressors mad, you're mad depressed

Their chest collapsed, the savages now gladly axe the rest

And pull the heart out through the armpit

Right from the start, they bled so hard, fucked up your carpet

Duct tape and wires, have fun with pliers

They read the corpse and help 'em hang them missing flyers

You're looming in the leader

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

You can't turn back

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

You can't turn back

You paid to play (a mutilator)

I set my room on fire, hung myself with wire

Stabbed myself but still I won't expire

What the fuck is wrong with folks like us?

Played chicken with a train, shot Drano in my veins

Blew out my brains and yet I still remain

What's wrong with folks like us?

I know my brain's broken, strangle myself, choke it

Bleeding out both my wrists, sliced open

What's wrong with folks like us?

Smiled at a lit M-80, fucked a junkie bag lady raw

And still survived it all

What's wrong with folks like us?

How come my hobbies upset everyone and land us in prison?

How come I'm not sorry? I give no fucks to be forgiven

How come I hate that you're living? All I do is hate, that's a given

I'm motivated by hate, when it comes to hatred, I'm driven

Incisions, cartoon visions

You wanna remove a head without a blade?

Well, that's a brutal decision

I see you smiling, devastation

I recognize what's in your eyes, it's the flame of mutilation

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

You can't turn back

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Feels like I'm falling

You paid to play (a mutilator)

Start down that road

You can't turn back

You paid to play (a mutilator)

A mutilator

A mutilator