Look what the cataclysm drug in to the spotlight.
Influencing the globe to the point prison cops fight.
Scuffle down on each other beneath the sky in darkened night.
Then descend into the Pit of Hell, skewered on a hot spike.
It depends if you pop right, the crosshairs are where they need to be.
These horns are fully grown, the people then proceed to flee.
Having sickening intentions to meet Satan with glee.
I'll hang that degenerate up if he chooses not to beat his feet.
This is simply me, I hate this world, I'm far from satisfied.
This anger within me burned until I was glassed inside.
I turn the minds of college kids to snap out with fratricide.
Then murder themselves, bow down beneath the mastermind.
I'll bring every aborted baby back and rush your perimeter.
The domination of all peace, let it burn in literature.
I can't act like a normal mortal as if being livid hurts.
But I'll feed from your economy and let the pension burn.