Normal...
Transformed to ab,
A crude sensation
Features turned to a creatures by abuse and hatred
Hallucinations from the cess and the shrooms
Flesh infested,
Covered in festerin' wounds
I'm restin' in tombs,
My mind is pestilence doom
Contemplatin' life and how I detest it in gloom
Satan spawn,
Lucifer's sons and daughters
Who will break your will with drugs and torture
A stalker that can wait for days,
'Cause I go into an elated phase
Whenever I play with prey holdin' serrated blades
A surge of sickness,
Whenever I open my mouth it's murderous verbs evicted.
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