*** Tramp

So this is where the story began,
With me and you,
I know this evil feeling,
This staggering alter ego,
Thirsting for agony,
Enough with sanity,
I want the life torn out of me,

I want this needle,
I want this knife,
The next chapter of your life,
Written in red ink,
What i want, i will get this time,
I will surrender to these wicked nightmares,
Of a slaughterhouse under fire,
With the murder tramp who will slowly take over,
Just come a little closer,
Come a little closer,

Step into the hotel of decomposed rights,
The anarchy is underground,
The anarchy is underground,
Annie, get your gun,
Treat your soul like a disease,
Spreading and crawling through your mouth onto the blood soaked floor,
You need a reason,
So I'll give you a reason,
This is not an order,
Just murder,

The last room is just on the other side,
Prisoner 666,
Pighead Monolith,
Open your bowels to freedom,
And mindless self hatred can turn into toxic buckets of
human dreams, hopes,waste,
Take this skeleton key,
Then go fuckin crazy,
Break the knees,
Crack the skulls,
Bash the brains,
And rise up,
This is not an order,
Just murder,

From sheep to wolf,
Introduced to your Unholy confessions,
Your sins, we will present them to you,
And let them slowly peel onto the floor,
They are the ones we're after,
Faster, faster,
Hunger at its best,
Lover, lover,
Lovers meet their end,
They arent pissed off because we exist,
We exist because we're pissed off,
Incantations of selfish riots,
Fight.
Scream.
Rise.
Redeem.

Hang the roses,
And forget that cross,
Remember, this is not an order,
Just murder.

"Grab a gun, grab a knife. Even hands will do. Punch 'em like a motherfucker, even rape a few..."