《Misfortune》歌词

[00:04:40] Like cattle to the slaughter, he lures them to their death

[00:04:40] Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind, a crave for tearing flesh.

[00:04:40] Friendly face, a lollipop.

[00:04:40] He traps them after school

[00:04:40] Flat-chested, pretty six-year-old, the type that makes him drool.

[00:04:40] Lubricates his vile tool, child tied to the bed

[00:04:40] Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps, sheets stained brown and red

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[00:04:40] Frustration tears his mind apart

[00:04:40] The pain in his brain- Making him insane...

[00:04:40] His tool shed hosts a magnitude of corpses torn and scattered

[00:04:40] Bloodied meat strewn on the floor from bodies slashed and tattered.

[00:04:40] Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies torn apart

[00:04:40] Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting abstract art.

[00:04:40] Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid dreams

[00:04:40] Horrors of his mind-made reality

[00:04:40] More than flesh and blood can bear, raging uncontrolled

[00:04:40] Feeble heartbeat drifts away, corpse lies still and cold.