My lord

[Obscene Eyedeas]

Listen to the humdrum love of the voices,
As they rape you and moan, it's just a vice,
Mangled visions as they cum inside you,
You turn on them machete in your mind,
Cut, dissect, maim and castrate them.

Sit at the kitchen table,
Pray to a God that's never there,
Inject a sweet venom in your veins,
The only way you'll live is to kill.

Please my God,
Protect me from evil,
Existence is futile at best,

Kill me my lord,
Slit my neck sir

In the end, we all should die by your hand.