Mutilator

(album: Wicked Vic - 2022)

Hit the clown

So you wanna be a mutilator?
A crank winding flesh and meat disintegrator?
Be a waste, huh? A disgrace, huh?
You wanna stab and lick a face, see how it taste, huh?
Drag a blade some, incisions, make some
Just off a whim, saw off limbs and separate some
Not fitting in? Shit, don't pretend
You wanna stab somebody, stab 'em, like it, stab again
Right off the bat, you grab it mad
You wanna stab anatomies
And jab the bladder like your fantasies
Don't matter, fuck some casualties
The blood spat is bad and scattered fat you're glad to see
But to erratically react can mean some automatic tragedies
A slicer, a sacrificer
You prefer the axe, it hacks at backs and necks nicer
A flesh invader, annihilator
I know exactly how ya feeling, boy, you wanna be a mutilator

Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)

I know you're like, fuck it, make human nuggets
And when the torso's all that's left, you wanna hug it
Snap digits off, slice meat
You wanna slap their naked dead ass to the beat
Splashing blood puddles, slip and slide
Lubricated bloody bodies pressed together glide
Stab a chainsaw through his dang skull
Thick and gluey blood spatter drains down the wall
Windows up a crack, in black you're dressed
Cut to the back, they having sex
Weapon attack, I'm mad possessed
Jump out attacking, stabbing necks
So what you snapped, you're hella stressed
The pressure's bad, you're mad depressed
They chest collapsed, the savages
Now gladly ask the rest
To pull the heart out, through the armpit
Right from the start, they bled so hard, fuck up your carpet
Duct tape and wires, have fun with pliers
Bury the corpse and help 'em hang the missing flyers
You looning mutilator

Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)

I set my room on fire
Hung myself with wires
Stabbed myself and still I won't expire
What the fuck is wrong with folks like us?
Played chicken with a train
Shot Drano in my veins
Blew out my brains and yet I still remain
What's wrong with folks like us?
I know my brain's broken
Strangle myself, choking
Bleeding out, both my wrists sliced open
What's wrong with folks like us?
Swallowed a lit M-80
Fucked the junkie bag lady raw
And still survived it all
What's wrong with folks like us?
How come [?] everyone
And land us in prison?
How come I'm not sorry?
I give no fucks to be forgiven
How come I hate that you're livin'?
All I do is hate, that's a given
I'm motivated by hate
When it comes to hatred, I'm driven
Incisions
Cartoon visions
You wanna remove a head without a blade
Well, that's a brutal decision
I see ya smiling
Devastation
I recognize what's in ya eyes
It's the flame of mutilation

Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Feels like I'm falling
You pay to play (A mutilator)
Start down that road, you can't turn back
You pay to play (A mutilator)

A mutilator
A mutilator