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Psycore - Psycroptipath lyrics
Killing for the music and the music kills his pain-Psycroptipath
 Mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane
 -Psycroptipath
 Judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain
 -Psycroptipath
 Urges burning deep inside to go against the grain-Psycroptipath
 They take it all away, those drones who control his life
 Programmed to deaden his soul,
 Those dressed in suits taking hold
 Masters of his life, though only nine 'til five,
 Day is just as the night, each day as it ends, it is only the start
 Returning from that place, he again becomes alive
 Enters a place called home, to rest his bones
 Turns to his music device, brings it to life
 It fills him- soothes his soul
 Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind- cleans his mind
 Echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heart-beat faster
 He's so warm-but unstable-his rhythms changed-a beat unleashed
 Something's flowing ten-fold when he does this every night
 -Adrenaline
 Over-active substance makes reality insane-Psycroptipath
 Blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins-Unnaturally
 Mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream- Psycroptipath
 Now a summoning, seduced by a stirring, revenge is his mask
 Feels the dark urges to kill, it excites him so
 He will not be calm, until he sees the flow
 Leaves his home and slips into the darkened nighttime,Psycore - Psycroptipath - http://motolyrics.com/psycore/psycroptipath-lyrics.html
 Prowls the streets intends to find some suited satans
 His moments of insanity are still directed
 Revenge is his motive and he knows his target
 He sees two demons- leaving their day-nest
 Their place for torture- paid for their pleasure
 Controlling hundreds- gods in the daylight
 A dark alley beckons- they answer it's call
 His breath quickens- as does his heart
 Upon them in an instant, knife in his hand
 Reaction so slow- rips them to shreds
 Now their time- expired- they wasted life- dimmed lights-
 Now they're essentially- powerless
 Flesh carved from the bones, insides exposed
 Wished he'd heard them moan, he saw them bleed
 Now he feels so mentally drained,
 Flow has stopped now revenge is attained
 He starts stumbling in the direction of his home,
 His mind is in pieces but he still feels so complete,
 He must rest soon his body is weakening,
 Temporarily ruined by his mental state
 As he returns home his mind is back in reality
 And the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his mind
 Turns in over in his head as he does this every night
 When he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music
 He knows what he does is wrong though it feels right,
 But he will never feel guilt for in his mind- he is the victim











