Frustration's mounting....I feel like pouncing on anything that moves
My mood,swings through my while I'm bouncing off the walls in my room
I feel like trouncing these fools-out and out announcing they doom
Denouncing the rules till their lips can't pronounce simple tunes
Wrinkled, Dimpled wounds with traces of blood on my hands
The basis for my attack-assume I had too much time on my hands
My time is at hand-understand my anger's breached it's very peak
Playing hide and seek with my fist-pray to your face it doesn't reach
But don't misplace my hatred-that's a mistake i'm prone to making
Wish I could erase this current state-just escape-but that would be faking
Running rakes across of backs and aiming crosshairs at your face
You're facing the end of your fate-fainting the moment I invaded your space
Elated to raise the stakes and phase out your existance-i'll abolish a race
Racing to demolish and disfigure-tracing figure eights on you with figure skates
Straight trigger happy-lapping up blood like vinegar
A sinner like Satan's mischevious neighbour i'm deviously dangerous remember?
The center of attention-you come soon after like placenta
I BIRTHED YOU! Now tracking you like Death's (Grim Reaper) gon be quite an adventure
Face turned white-you feel the cold like winter and morbid corpses
Of course this is your life-my night's just started like nocturnal porpuses
The p(o)rpose.....because I feel like a fight-psycho, Norman Bates is knocking at your gates
I might go ape-so I feel like I should be strapped in restraints
Foresake me i'm taking out my anger on all wanksters coming for me
Rapidly slapping ass-happy wanna-be's grasping onto my back so they can succeed.