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Better To Kill Than Listen To This

by Intense Hammer Rage

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Necrophagia as I lay with her Horrid and heading for my grin Missing my mouth grotting my chin She’s a hideous beast such a grandeous feast So fucking fat how I love that A goddess a dead one I worship at her bum Pink bits seem green three holes none clean In all I’ve been Tounging mould between her flesh folds Crust between toes sucking on those Play with shit mix with spit paint with it Eeeuuw whos goos who? and where starts the spew? She’s liquescent and putrescent Obese flabby deceased scabby Bloated and fine hairy and mine Rotting and wet ready? get set Squeeze knead fuck feed Squeezing kneading fucking feeding.
2.
It felt like a sting in out in out in and then out twisting (Reach out and cut) Bumped into not a clue who stabbed you Suddenly weak blood at your feet Limbs like lead white shirt red Falling down don’t quite see In a crowd who stabbed me Looking at the sky I see birds in flight I watch till a shadow obscures my sight A victim is what I’ve become Reach out and cut someone Glint of sun on the blade as the knife archs Somewhere in the distance a lone dog barks I’m hearing the wet sounds of steel in skin Must be bad because I don’t feel a thing People walk past as I breath my last.
3.
Mr. Uzial Gal made me a gun Happiness is this the Beatles once sung Acid and an auto promise of fun The bullets will fly and people will die Loaded clip and a trip psychotic L.S.D. and an uzi Christmas time packs the mall and I will kill them all Going out today to paint the town red Heavily drugged up and fucked in the head Drugs and guns Make my way into town happy people are all around P.A. plays jingle bells I stand amongst many spent shells Singing to the richochet as I slay Seeing things not there shoot them anyway Soon I will feature among the pages of history Most killed in the least time you will see a picture of me Bang you’re dead so my gun said Points at you bad things insue Dancing to the staccato fire Me and the kill count both get higher Please they say shoot me Then dead they smile at me Like any killer they all always knew Endless fantasies while nice just won’t do.
4.
That night shock of my life Him and my loving wife I just happened to see That fucking bitch cheating on me They drove about Followed them to his house waited until the lights went out Soon I'm inside his place The look on her bitch face Petty pleas did no good They just spurred me onward Tore flesh and broke bone With strength feral and unknown It was murder near beserk I went to work Bleeding it killed him From the loss of limb Killed her just with that Swung it like a bat I caved in her head And then they were dead.
5.
When the police came I could not explain The victims condition I stated that he tried to hurt me Broke in late last night Fought for my life They say explain why he’s been maimed Gnawed toes and finger tips Look at him he’s crying Is that blood on your lips? Your neighbours heard a scream Thought it you they called me Now we’re here asking you what the fuck did you do? Drills and screws both been used It’s just plain wrong could be words for a sick song Hammer there blood and hair Green potato peeler found little bits of flesh around Fingers mixed among the gore pliers nearby on the floor We found multigrips near your bed no teeth left in his head A broom handle slick and stained brown Doesn't look good for you now his pants are down So now do tell please miss Are you the one to blame for all this?
6.
You throw up on your wife and kid As you hear what a sick man did On the t.v. shocked to the core you’re watching me In their report a killer caught Things were found at my place Colour drains from your face you have stayed (the taste) your kid played When I cooked (the taste) you partook People were killed inside Food made from those who died The taste I left in your mouth They just said “feeding the living the dead” The corpses all exhumed incomplete Most of the evidence made to eat Reporter states ten dead at this time Body parts pots and pans found inside you sit there in handcuffs bits are bagged I spew as I'm watching cookware tagged Mr. Peter Miller a serial killer A friend a fiend grins on screen Body count now in the high teens Half chewed fly blown flesh bags and bags of mess Always having people to tea I wish one wasn't me (then they take) I watch as they take (you away) you far away (the taste in) the taste lingers in (my mouth and) my mouth and stays.
7.
Isn’t like me but possible it’s appearing more and more that I might have done I’m covered in gore drenched in blood And now I see that both of my hands hold a gun Shot Fri. dead Sat. Becky and Nat A blonde and a red head full of holes clearly dead Keep pulling the trigger Mushroom season loss of reason Killed two birds and only I was stoned Keep pulling the trigger Aroused I get bigger Meat splattered here I stand Smoking gun in each hand.
8.
Stabbed cut salted stitched up Tied up doused set alight put out Firstly there’s blood then add the flame And then there’s more, more of the same A ballad for the burnt Roughly sandpapered then methylated Elbows and knees flayed drip with pepper spray Down my neck run both my ear lobes Onto my peeled palms drips my nose Heated needles pricking my skin Then an oxy torch does it’s thing Fluids are sizzling piss & blood melting skin Hot pliers cigarette lighters Subjected to all three degrees Slowly quickly and instantly I watch blisters form swell and pop Skin slackens and slowly sloughs off I know it’s me not thinking straight But the cooking meat smells great.
9.
Ding dong avon calling Come in dear it’s pouring Freezing and wet (place your bet) I don’t think twice (roll the dice) He seems normal and nice Door is locked trapped inside So I run try to hide As I flee now I see signs of death dried and fresh I hear him he’s coming Frantic inside a monsters lair Chunks of meat displayed everywhere Bits are hung feet hands arms and legs make up on severed heads I choose a room it’s so dark I can’t see I should have known that you’re in here with me.
10.
Not insane nor deranged so normal in fact I’m plain My name’s Nick and I’m not sick I’m not sad nor am I bad I have a high regard for human life I don’t beat my children or bash my wife I’m a good man and continue to be I will It’s just one day don’t know when but I plan to kill Never wet the bed no blows to my head no urge unfed I have no sick desires don’t have a thing for fires I don’t feel unloved I don’t drink or do drugs Don’t come across weird I’m not to be feared Never cruel to any pets or to people....well not yet Happy child mellow mild I was not abused or wrongly used Asymetrical ears not here I don’t hate gays because I’m queer No toes longer than the other Don’t want sex with mother There’s no way you could understand It will happen for years I’ve planned It’s that simple I will I am Not a girl (don’t wear pink) In a man Gory stuff (blood and guts) not a fan I just will (going to) because I can See a redneck anyone ? don’t expect it to be fun But I will before I’m grey soon maybe but not today.

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released September 30, 2015

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