• Bathe in the silver light of lunar lunacy
    Drink the cold hectic ether of utter madness
    Feel the panicked delusions grip and ravage your terror stricken brain
    And know that armageddon is an orgasm; the end and beginning are the same
    Tremble like a coward and moan as if you were the dead
    Tears of both terror and joy streaming down your face
    Realize that you’re no longer the only one inside your head
    The black flames of hell devour your soul in a passionate embrace
    Put your hands on the temples of your greatest fear
    And push your thumbs into its eyes until you hit its frontal lobe
    As you take it’s sight yours becomes more clear
    You see that your sick twisted wrath finally is here
    Laugh like the damned in the face of death
    Suck in the ashen air that is your final breath
    Scream until you hit every note on every clef
    Spit bile and vomit tears until you have no liquids left
    Join the ranks of the most vile aggregation
    Where most feel nausea you feel only appreciation
    Realize that this moment is your downfall and salvation
    Realize that his moment is your redemption and damnation
    Take the hand of the very essence of 13
    The corpse of your most wild dreams is now rotted bloated and green
    The very existence of you is in its self obscene
    The bittersweet taste of self destruction makes your killer instincts keen
    As your eyes narrow into a bloodlust-full gaze
    And your conscious and thought disappear into a red haze
    The urge to take a life burns in your heart like as if it were blaze
    You let out a scream of pleasure that is far beyond crazed
    You taste sickly copper on the back of your tongue
    As you bury your teeth into the neck of an innocent stranger
    You rip his flesh away with your mouth until the bell is rung
    And as the bloodlust is finally quenched you feel a sense of danger
    You feel not remorse and you feel not guilt
    You feel only the pleasure of a clean and confirmed kill
    Now go back to sleep and tell yourself your sane
    And ignore that urge to kill that sits in the back of your brain
    Until it calls upon you
    To do its bidding once again
    And when it does you’ll come running back to it
    As if it’s an old friend