Molding my creation
Into something grotesque
With a combination
Of pure power I "rightfully” possess
Let me come to pass
Build my imbrued image
Fall to me, breathe my gas
Suture thee, expression's grimace

I won’t ever let you leave
I will only let you breathe
Until the world can finally see
They can’t see that I’m a feign god

Glazing at what I created
Better than what he inflicts
Nails in both hands fabricated
Through some pokes and pricks
I mutate people that I hate
Into a gory secretion
Sadistic ways of how I create
Annihilation in my profession

In this chamber, in my cradle
Lies your fate that will be fatal
Read the label mentally unstable
Red trickles down the metal rod!

Die!

Satisfied with torturing
The herd accepts my offering
Sadistic while the door is closed
Their scream is my music I compose

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