Mind Fuck (Soundtrack To A Murder)

Put your money on the table, bastard, where the autopsy is performed
This is the man killer
Plug him into the wall, fist up his ass
Filling up his hollow
He has, among other things, been decapitated
Permanent loss of flesh
Solid metal stripping off his body
Solid metal stripping off his flesh,
Made him feel dirty, yet pure

Every perversion is created, perpetrated by mankind
What did you expect? Brighter skies? Meat with the body removed?
Impossible to reach, forearms limited and painful
Weakness is indirect violence

His legs had been spread wide apart where a bottle grew,
Had been inserted,
A six year old envelope
Sharp edges
Gun-shot / head shot / gun-shot / head shot
External thought contains depression
No danger

Killing
No way for you to deny jail and panic, refuge

Drunk
Go home in different parts?
Torn muscles at the point of contact
This will be a long time healing
Information intrudes on effective victory
It is time to cut out the hearts of the world!
Police time!
Yearning
It has always been unlocked, a horrible sight to see
At the same time?

Ordinary world
I am loaded with my own dry blood, in this box where I lay
Bastards / beasts / mind-fuckers!
Into a sexual frenzy
By the rape of intelligence
I am not expected to survive, of course not
Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn!

Right now fuckers!
Right now fuckers!
Right now fuckers!
Right now fuckers!
Right now fuckers!
Fuckers!
Fuckers!
Fuckers!
Fuckers!
Fuckers!