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Psychotic Killing Spree


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22 hours ago, Xann said:

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There's something inside me
It's, it's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold 

Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding 
Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead 

Eyes bulging from their sockets
With every swing of my mallet
I smash your **** head in, until brains seep in
through the cracks, blood does leak
distorted beauty, catastrophe
Steaming slop, splattered all over me 

Lifeless body, slouching dead 
Lecherous abcess, where you once had a head

Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust
You will never live again, soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half

Crushing, cranial, contents 

Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions 

Suffer, and then you die 
Torture, pulverized 

At one with my sixth sense, I feel free
To kill as I please, no one can stop me 

Created to kill, the carnage continues
Violently reshaping human facial tissue 

Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

 

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1 hour ago, Keyblade said:
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There's something inside me
It's, it's coming out
I feel like killing you
Let loose the anger, held back too long
My blood runs cold 

Through my anatomy, dwells another being
Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding 
Brutality now becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead 

Eyes bulging from their sockets
With every swing of my mallet
I smash your **** head in, until brains seep in
through the cracks, blood does leak
distorted beauty, catastrophe
Steaming slop, splattered all over me 

Lifeless body, slouching dead 
Lecherous abcess, where you once had a head

Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust
You will never live again, soon your life will end
I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face
facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half

Crushing, cranial, contents 

Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes
Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised
Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon
Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions 

Suffer, and then you die 
Torture, pulverized 

At one with my sixth sense, I feel free
To kill as I please, no one can stop me 

Created to kill, the carnage continues
Violently reshaping human facial tissue 

Brutality becomes my appetite
Violence is now a way of life
The sledge my tool to torture
As it pounds down on your forehead

 

What a beautiful song. I might have that played at my funeral.

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From a mixtape that Xann shared out a couple of years ago, as soon as I heard it, it was in the film I'll eventually make once the funding comes through.

Scene is a very very clean and sparkly white tiled domestic kitchen floor, with several bloody trails where bodies have been dragged out of the house.

As bright and shiny as an advert for domestic cleaning products. Sparkly music. Blood. Lots of blood.

 

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"Keep right on to the end of the road" (C) tiny Heath

If I am going to do then do it properly.  I feel Psychotic if I hear it anyway so it can only add to the fun and games.

If I was listening to this, spare ammo and general arm tiredness would be my biggest enemy as I would never get bored of it.

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