North of the hills under the evergreens Tucked away in his laboratory The Horizon hid his intentions from real Gore in the story The conclusions have been reached our trust has been breached
Plans of sexual devices not made for delight Mixing pleasures with carnage filled his appetite
Researching for answers never for cures Blatant lies carved beneath layers Diagnosis post-mortem biastophilia Raped and choked was the outlet Creeping the night to find his criteria
Involving others was never their choice Forceful and restraint applied Humiliation and brutality was the goal Teeth left behind on the curbside
Flushed from this violence hunted for his secrets He thought he could change the world Blood from the night soaked into his days His eyes gleamed from the torture
Not realizing this world would permeate his miracle pill Which one day transformed to killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
