Contorted Perception - Ingested

Murderer, psychotic, is this what I’ve become?

Men women, or children, it makes no difference

Rape, their soft dead bodies, I f*ck when they can’t stop me

I just don’t know what is real, what is real what is fake

Confusing, killing spree

I’ll tear the flesh right from their bones

Illusion, of their deaths

My mind shrouded in darkness

Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?

Cos when I f*ck these corpses, I can feel them on my dick

From behind the veil of flesh, I can’t distinguish, what is real

I fell alone and forgotten, contorted, perception

Piercing, her hymen, c*nt filled with broken glass

I’ll drag her kicking screaming, from her innocence

Beaten broken torn, just one dead whore

Is this a dream, or is this just my life?

Death, is the sickening reality, flesh is just the mask it hides behind

Narcissistic, nihilistic, my mask of sanity has gone, welcome to my world

Confusing, killing spree, illusion, of my death

Am I hallucinating, or is my brain just sick?

Did I just kill these people, am I the one that’s dead?

Rotten flesh, deep inside my skull

Murderer, dwells, within me