[Intro]

My Knuckles are daggers

My spit fills a chalice

A fallacy lives in the weight of your heart

It's a rock made to bludgeon

My blood has begrudged the conundrum

Of why we bestow all the martyrs as monsters?

[Hook]

Break the mundane with a fun game, Dunblane

MONSTERS

7/7, 9/11, Armageddon

MONSTERS

Wishing it was fiction?

'Coz Hannibal so likeable

Indictment on all of these...

Apocolyptic, sick grip, cryptic

MONSTERS

Sal Abedi Manny bled you're never ready

MONSTERS

Bones honour Jonestown

Who owns the throne now?

For the delegate of all of these

MONSTERS

[Verse 1]

How can a creature who bears them inside

Be inclined to design a nefarious death

For the ones we protect? A precarious theft

Of the juvenile's craft for innocence

To ridicule with diligence

Their muted, youthful elegance

Deny their death a residence of purity and blessings

Immortal to senescence yet remain in ghoulish dressings

Investing in the sole relief from solitude and soil

Where the soul it feuds with royal pity

Mercy showed us filthy hands

Mercy growing stealthy plans

Infections of the heart

The jury of morality is curiously lusting

For the harm of its insidious virus

Myra's dreams were doused in evil

The more sleep espoused upheaval

Simultaneously voyeur, creator and destroyer

Elliot Roger; the perfect man

Delicate posture firmly standing on the grounds

Of saturated torment

Resentment at the forefront

The most sacred and important task

To wipe the bastard

Human's tiny grasp on life

A turbo down the slippery slope

Bravado sick, can't grow, no hope glares

Are the tape recordings his distorted take on prayers?

When your only friend is a video camera

When it's outta RAM

Brush stroke your head with a bullet

Brave or stupid?

I remember you so you fooled it!

God Bless the obsessed with that lonely distress

Do I sympathise or detest their actions?

Made contraptions; acid bombs

Where the fuck's that mindset from?

Bravado sick, can't grow, no hope

Shares all his tricks; Ricardo Lopez

Fall too quick and you don't know there's

Pain like this, or do you?

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Did Auschwitz outwit the Gulag?

Which outcome of war was a little too bad?

Who'd murder for their child's safety and freedom?

The herd don't know, won't say so we need an

Encyclopedic knowledge of us

To micro manage; recurring disgust

The difference in emotive responses

And the way we determine what is true and just

To a psycho's superior original lust

For the danger that comes with psychosis

Our capacity for evil

Has the elasticity to weave a world wide web

Liberate yourself and face your wide eyed dread

Integrate your shadow

And the divided sides of your fractured heart

Will control your blackened soul

That's hiding in its orifice

Or face eternal solstice fashioned by the dark

Birthed in a chasm via voodoo in the semen

Served the orgasm but who knew it'd make a demon

Thirst for the flames has them seem unnatural

But assigned to your name

To a strain of your insanity

To hint at any parity you deem unfathomable

[Hook 1]

[Hook 2]

Can't read a book if the hook's too sandy

Beach like Sousse, Port Arthur heading up

In the collection of history's

Itineraries towards anyone of these

Apocalyptic, sick grip, cryptic monsters

Can a man damn for the Bataclan?

Prayers on the rise are the fares of liars

Do you really fall to your knees?

[Outro]

Sinking down lower

How deep is your layer?

Would you be a liar

Denying your depth? x2