I come from a place from beyond when I make these bloodbaths
So much cosmic dread and body horror you’d think I was HP Lovecraft
Aging scumbag, just a husk of who he’s supposed to be
All this self hate is common and as mundane as buying groceries
I’m loathing me, woe is me, pain logged through every song
If I only spoke when I had nice things to say my whole discography is gone
Find out where Sinacog stays, let the sem' rise then pop it
Got more arms that’ll fuck him then the girls in the hentai he watches
Bro is a fairy, and should know better than to mess with me
Red dot all on your house, this time it’s not the sex offender registry
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