

MurcideI spend my days drowning in pain Soon I wont be able to bear the strain In this hollow existence I will no longer remain What remains of my sanity will be slainMurcide
With tedious murder Your agony I will not defer I will teach you the meaning of pain and pleasure This I will deliver in an intense measure
Your agony will be a massive flood While drowning in your own blood You will beg for death I will not relent your torture until your last breath
Then I will suicide in the same way There will be no telling night from day All will be stained wit


PaisureYour heart will boil in its own blood As you are consumed by the molten mud Your pain will become pleasurePaisure
And pleasure will become pain Soon you will not be sane Like a whore you will moan for more Of the pleasures of blood and gore In time you will be the administer of pain
Dominator of the sane
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::no i don't have a gun, believe me. you'd be the first to know::
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