Boondox - Bloodletting lyrics
[Boondox - Bloodletting lyrics]
Ancient symbolisms from forgotten societies
Casting curses on the theists
To satanic varieties
Bloodletting rituals of habitual slaughter
All inspiration for the psyche
That created a monster
He's all alone in the darkness
Filthy-ass apartment
Scrubbing red stains off the
White berber carpet
But no amount of bleach can
Wipe away what he's become a schizophrenic
Manic presence who's completely fucking numb
Trying to retain the same but
His brain keeps telling him
To do thеse fucking things and so he listens
Grabs a knifе from the kitchen
And starts stabbing this bitch
And laughing uncontrollably until she
Finally stops twitching (Twitching)
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way
Manipulation from demonic possession
Or just a case of
Medicated forced neurotic suggestion
A psychotic confession of a
Dope-sick sinner man
Sitting in the middle of
A blood-drawn pentagram
Praying for forgiveness or relief
From his next fix a red light casting on
The screen flashing Netflix
Staring at her body still
Silent and beautiful
A victim of a fate that was so inexcusable
Why'd it have to feel so good
He wish he could kill the bitch again
He knows that he would if she'd just stand
Up and get up off of the ground
But she ain't moving, she ain't breathing
She ain't making a sound
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way
Obviously numb, he's sitting
Writing on the door
With a finger that he's dipping in
The puddle on the floor
And rocking back and forth and humming
Hymns to break the silence
By the shadows dancing on the walls
Still haunted by the violence
The voices in his head are
Whispering as he listens
The screams from tortured souls seem
To echo in the distance
He looks up at his work like
A numb but lean observer
Now bloody letters spelling out two words
THE MURDER
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way
Casting curses on the theists
To satanic varieties
Bloodletting rituals of habitual slaughter
All inspiration for the psyche
That created a monster
He's all alone in the darkness
Filthy-ass apartment
Scrubbing red stains off the
White berber carpet
But no amount of bleach can
Wipe away what he's become a schizophrenic
Manic presence who's completely fucking numb
Trying to retain the same but
His brain keeps telling him
To do thеse fucking things and so he listens
Grabs a knifе from the kitchen
And starts stabbing this bitch
And laughing uncontrollably until she
Finally stops twitching (Twitching)
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way
Manipulation from demonic possession
Or just a case of
Medicated forced neurotic suggestion
A psychotic confession of a
Dope-sick sinner man
Sitting in the middle of
A blood-drawn pentagram
Praying for forgiveness or relief
From his next fix a red light casting on
The screen flashing Netflix
Staring at her body still
Silent and beautiful
A victim of a fate that was so inexcusable
Why'd it have to feel so good
He wish he could kill the bitch again
He knows that he would if she'd just stand
Up and get up off of the ground
But she ain't moving, she ain't breathing
She ain't making a sound
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way
Obviously numb, he's sitting
Writing on the door
With a finger that he's dipping in
The puddle on the floor
And rocking back and forth and humming
Hymns to break the silence
By the shadows dancing on the walls
Still haunted by the violence
The voices in his head are
Whispering as he listens
The screams from tortured souls seem
To echo in the distance
He looks up at his work like
A numb but lean observer
Now bloody letters spelling out two words
THE MURDER
Pick up the knife do it, take her life
Make her fucking pay murder is the way