Blunt Force Trauma

Draining constant acid from the wounds of deceased victims' appetite
 Disturbing images plague everyone's perseverance
 I grow weak
 Culling of demons as I murder serpentines
 Bash your fucking head with my hammer in hand
 Your brains splatter to the cold ground as I reign
 Torture is my way of life, I'm fucking insane
 Blunt force trauma
 Bleeding on the ground dead
 No more life in you now
 Now I'm hacking your corpse
 (This is what I'm meant for
 Compact for a trophy)
 Detectives are out to find
 But they'll never find me
 Your body under the house
 With the other thirteen
 Rigor mortis entices me
 Get this body out of here, leaking fluids on the floor
 Bring this bastard to a bag
 Cursed names as eulogies are once said once more
 "I don't really give a good fuck what you know or don't know
 But I'm gonna torture you anyway
 All you can do is pray for a quick death."
 Oceans of delusion constantly fill my mind
 My soul is rotting
 Kill the innocence in my head again
 Banish all the entities straight to hell