Delusions of Jihad / DEAD TRANNY WALKING / Press S to Spit on Your Grave

Delusions of Jihad

Unleashing hell upon pigs, my spasmatic machine gun fire rips them to shreds their blood red ichor smearing the walls like a beautiful painting of the End Times. The schizophrenia takes hold over me as I keep unleashing hounds of war from the barrel of my gun. My vision runs red fueled by the gorey visage of death I bring like a Horseman of the Apocalypse. blood blood blood death death death, their bodies turned into giblets like its Quake, a hilariously cruel state to be left in. As I reach the full heights of my mania, one bullet hits me then a second and finally a third. I feel the life drain slowly out of me like some great machine gushing out oil. As my vision fades i feel my soul drift away and my body collapses in one final spasm, soaked in gore.

DEAD TRANNY WALKING

BLOOD FOR THE SHATTERED FIGMENTS IN MY BRAIN
BLOOD COVERS MY EYES HIDES THIS ABOMINATION OF A WORLD
BLOOD STICKING TO MY FACE LIKE TAR PIT CLINGING TO A CARCASS REMINDING ME I'M A DEAD TRANNY WALKING
BLOOD SOAKED THROUGH MY CLOTHES STAINING THEM, LIPSTICK STAINS FROM SOFT KISSES TO REMEMBER MY MASSASCARE BY
BLOOD IN MY MOUTH TASTING THE IRON RUSTED DEEP IN MY SOUL HOLDING ME DOWN LIKE A LUMP OF COAL
BLOOD FOR LUBRICATION AS I FUCK YOUR CORPSE CUMMING INSIDE 
BLOOD SOAKING MY DICK FROM SKULLFUCKING YOU, DEMONS RAPING MY MIND
BLOOD CLINGING TO MY SHOES, SINS CLING TO MY SOUL NEVER LETTING GO OF PAST RUINOUS ACTIONS, CRATERS IN MY SOUL FROM MY OWN SIN AS IT’S HALLOWED OUT
BLOOD FILLS MY NOSE TOO LATE FOR ANY SELF REFLECTION
BLOOD SPLATTERED ON THE WALLS, BEAUTIFUL SCHIZOPHRENIC PAINTING CRAFTED IN THE GUTS AND VISCERE OF MAN’S OWN TRAGEDY
BLOOD POURING OUT OF ME FROM THE BULLET HOLES LANCED THROUGH MY CHEST
BLOOD POOLING AROUND MY CORPSE AS I SPASM AND SHIT MYSELF TRAPPED IN MY LAST MOMENTS AS MY SOUL IS RIPPED DOWN INTO HELL, NAPALM KISSES RIPPING ACROSS AN IDYLLIC MEADOW

Press S to Spit on Your Grave 

CRUSH YOUR FUCKING WINDPIPE, CHEW ON YOUR SOUL AS IT COMES OUT LIKE A FUCKING DOG WITH BONES
YOU THINK YOU HAVE IT BAD NOW? WAIT TILL I GET THERE, TORTURE YOU 
YOU THINK YOU’VE BEEN THROUGH HELL? I'LL SHOW YOU HELL MOTHERFUCKER
BRING HOUNDS OF HELL OUT TO TEAR AWAY AT YOU
CRUSH YOUR SKULL WITH MY BOOT 
ALL WILL BE GOOD PRACTICE FOR FUCKING MORTAL KOMBAT ILL BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD YOU FUCKING CUNT
I'LL TAKE BACK EVERYTHING YOU TOOK FROM ME
EVERYTHING YOU TOOK FROM OTHERS
I'LL BE YOUR JUDGE, JURY AND EXECUTIONER 
I'LL BE THE RIDER ON THE PALE HORSE 
YOU WON'T HAVE ANYTHING BUT PAIN NOW 
ILL TEAR YOUR NAILS OFF SLOWLY WITH MY FUCKING HANDS 
I'LL RIP YOUR GUTS OUT, FEAST ON THEM
MAKE YOU EXPERIENCE TRUE PAIN YOU SCUMFUCK BASTARD
SPLIT YOUR RIBCAGE OPEN CONSUME YOUR HEART NOTHING BUT YOUR SCREAMS
FILL YOUR BACK WITH KNIVES
FILL YOUR GUT WITH BULLETS
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
I WILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL
TAKE REVENGE FOR HUMANITY 
WAGING PERSONAL HOLY WAR UPON YOU
REND YOUR FLESH CRUSH YOUR BONES 
DEATH DEATH DEATH DEATH
I AM FINALLY FREE TAKE BACK MY TIME MY SOUL, EVERYTHING YOU TOOK FROM ME
CUT YOU INTO PIECES HIDE THE CORPSE IN THE ATTIC
KEEP MY NAME OUT OF YOUR MOUTH 
SUCK MY SHIT WHILE YOU BLEED OUT YOUR LIFE