a little off center you can say,
twisted little thoughts leads to a hopeless prayer.
A soul that considered lost, hell bound,
demons welcome with open arms.
limbs seprated, end trail hanging, using these body as a sacrfices to a overlord.
where's your god now, question ur relegion.
on a mission to take over the dark prince's thron
screams from the murder scence excite me
does it make me crazy, no make me sane
this is my alter universe, lost all touch with reality
this is me im my own sacrfice let a worthless body rot
and dont stop, this plot goes on, im addicted to blood bath brutailty, this is unstopable.
a promise from me to you to this is what the world is coming to.
once im dead in the casket about be lowered there will be a whole new world order.
I will rise, keep ur eyes open this is not illumanti, its my fantasy.