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We are all just marionettes
Strings pulled by fingers we can reach but never get
Any sort of safety in this wicked little play
Neglected by our maker, we can only decay
Immaculate misconception
Derilict cruci-fiction
Did you hear about the clinic that was bombed today?
Or the mosque, or that shooting down by the bay
If the world is mad then sanity is a prison
Lucidity is an obscuring prism
You look through down your nose at everyone else
But you cannot see, you are already in hell
Sometimes it snows down here
Where nothing can breathe
Sometimes it's hot and smells of the corpses that rot
In the sun
In the flames
On the stones or the waves
Feast for the worms
It has always been this way
We don't exist for a reason
Everything dies
Nothing is more futile than thinking you're not wasting your life

If home is where the heart is then where do you go
When you have no heart and no soul to show
When the chips are down and cannibals come out
What's a haven in a world forsaken
ASPD, Psychopathy, morals worth nil so what should they mean to me
Just a black scab of a soul
Fill the hole with vitriol
Spread lye on the bodies
So they won't smell like rotting
It's no disease
OCD, ODD, Conduct D
Well the doctors all tried to corrupt me
With morality
Now I have your equation
For ethical sadism
Go with manners because that is just polite
No reason for the cat to be rude to the mice
But when the blood is shed
And yet another lay dead
I'm just sitting up in a room
Wrapped up in blankets like a festering wound
And I don't call it home nor even unpack
It's on the checklist
This place where I write my death list
And if the world's going crazy
Only psychos are sane
But going implies it's not where we have always been

Long, long ago he took his first life
Not with a gun, a rope, or a knife
Bludgeoned with a barbell, flesh pared from bone
Skeleton crushed and discarded near home
Nine years passed, and Jeff he drinks more
Moves in with his granny
Bodies underneath the floor
Wretched stench of rotting flesh
Daddy can't believe
Moves Jeff to an apartment
Oxford building, two-thirteen
Jeff, he works with chocolate
Offers wages to kids
To come into his lair
And to have drinks with him
Drugs them all with sleepers
Then strangled one by one
Some desolved in acid
Some kept around for fun
Sadistic fucking Jeff
Drills into a skull
Pouring acid in the wound
His desire unfulfilled
He gets a sick ideation
To cook the flesh he's cut
Sauteèd garlic and onion
Past the teeth to the gut
Breaks into the rib cage
Jacking off into the chasm
Sickly Jeff who knows no rage
Achieves his last orgasm
Enter Tracy Edwards
Who makes cunning escape
Flags down the police
Leads them to Jeff's place
The stench of carrion makes the first responder wretch
Acid barrels, frozen heads, an altar built to Jeff
A sickness before no one had seen
The horrors of Oxford two-thirteen...