Dark Lotus - Heinous lyrics

I step 1
(ahh) 2 (ahh) across the creaky floor
Spill some fuckin' blood then I'm
Out the back door takin' little trinkets
Fingernails and pieces of skin
It's all for my rituals of
Cold milk mixed with gin
Stir it together gulp it down
My eyes roll back
I'm chasin' that dragon but it's
More like a hatchet attack
I'm peekin' through windows pickin' out
The next clueless one
My fingers dig into her throat
What have I done

I sleep on a bed of sharpened knives
And toss and turn until I bleed
I eat from the bread of chosen life
A thousand ghosts alive in me
Wickedly I'm heinous everything I


Do is odious i'm tired of the normalcy
Total terror's my focus
I notice that the knife wounds
Are spellin out a name
To the average mother fucker I
Can be a little extreme
So I take the bloody corset and
Then light it for the emphasis
Try to call me sick but
I'm seein' a horror specialist

So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right and you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why? Once they're dead they're
Not comin' back

Death is imminent when you're
On the other end with ya skull bein' by the
Wrong side of the pulpit
Blood pours out from a splint up
To my ankles in it
All over hammer and grip and so it slips
Discarded for the use of a rusty crowbar
To the whore of the coroner
Who is forever scarred
The terror I inflict is
Often described as heinous
My history about it spreads out
To leave them nameless

Now ya shell shocked from all
The blood that ya saw
Stainin' the walls and does surround you
And it spreads to the halls
It's even drippin' from the ceiling inside
You get this feeling that
The criminal's still creepin'
That's because I'm right behind you
Groin to gullet from your
Stomach to your mullet
Split ya clean like cantaloupe
And let ya neighbors know what done it
America's most wanted for
Crimes against humanity
Heinous and the evil is formin' the insanity

So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right and you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why? Once they're dead they're
Not comin' back

The shit you callin' wicked is
For kids and cheerleaders
This heinous shit right here is
For demonous flesh eaters
It's rainin' blood in my bedroom
A wet and bloody red
Snakes slither through my earholes in
And out of my head god damn it
It’s back a violent panick attack
Skit'sofrantic and demoniacally I'm
Manic depressed
I'll stick an axe in yo chest
I'll kick some cracks in yo neck
I'll beat you into chunks like you
Was in a plane wreck heinously

So you wanna murder this ya'll
That's right and you wanna murder them
That's right
You should take a hit of this ya'll
Why? Once they're dead they're
Not comin' back