Heinous - Dark Lotus

Spill some fuckin' blood then I’m out the back door

Takin' little trinkets, fingernails and pieces of skin

It’s all for my rituals of cold milk mixed with gin

Stir it together gulp it down my eyes roll back

I’m chasin' that dragon but it’s more like a hatchet attack

I’m peekin' through windows pickin' out the next clueless one

My fingers dig into her throat what have I done

I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives and toss and turn until I bleed

I eat from the bread of chosen life a thousand ghosts alive in me

Wickedly I’m heinous everything I do is odious

I’m tired of the normalcy total terror’s my focus

I notice that the knife wounds are spellin out a name

To the average mother fucker I can be a little extreme

So I take the bloody corset and then light it for the emphasis

Try to call me sick but I’m seein' a horror specialist

So you wanna murder this ya’ll

That’s right

And you wanna murder them

That’s right

You should take a hit of this ya’ll

Why?

Once they’re dead they’re not comin' back

Death is imminent when you’re on the other end

With ya skull bein by the wrong side of the pulpit

Blood pours out from a splint up to my ankles in it

All over hammer and grip and so it slips

Discarded for the use of a rusty crowbar

To the whore of the coroner who is forever scarred

The terror I inflict is often described as heinous

My history about it spreads out to leave them nameless

Now ya shell shocked from all the blood that ya saw

Stainin' the walls and does surround you and it spreads to the halls

It’s even drippin' from the ceiling inside

You get this feeling that the criminal’s still creepin'

That’s because I’m right behind you

Groin to gullet from your stomach to your mullet

Split ya clean like cantaloupe

And let ya neighbors know what done it

America’s most wanted for crimes against humanity

Heinous and the evil is formin the insanity

The shit you callin' wicked is for kids and cheerleaders

This heinous shit right here is for demonous flesh eaters

It’s rainin' blood in my bedroom a wet and bloody red

Snakes slither through my earholes in and out of my head

God damn it in this back a violent panick attack

Skitsofrantic and demoniacally I’m manic depressed

I’ll stick an axe in yo chest

I’ll kick some cracks in yo neck

I’ll beat you into chunks like you was in a plane wreck heinously