I Have To Go Return Some Videotapes

Your world opens up and swallows me.
I’m empty, just another silent symphony.
Those lies in between the strings and the timpani divide…

I want you to know I’ve been in your apartment
This is the instrument I split your head apart with
It’s not the first time I’ve had the impulse
Unwrap your skin and axe off your limbs

So I can come to terms and face the mask that’s in front of me
I know there is no exit, I erased it from my memory
Watch as my blood lust seeps out of my nights
and contaminates all of my days.

The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone.

Don’t confuse “Mergers Acquisitions”
When what I really mean is, “Murders Executions.”
My drug of choice is adrenalin, like heroin, mescalin, perfection

You have to leave or else I know I will hurt you tonight
It’s not that I like you, I want to look at your insides.
Don’t turn around you don’t want to see what’s coming
A clean incision my next victim

The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone.

Turn it up, it turns me on
It makes me feel like I belong
Your world opens up and swallows me, I’m empty.

Just another silent symphony.
Those lies in between the strings
and the timpani divide every part of your body.

The violence playing my song
The orchestra of flesh and bone.

by kwe