Lord Of Razors by Slimecloak

illumination, fire up an ancient torch
lord of razors issuing my red report
lord of bullets lend me a heart to cut short
indiscriminately murder a d

turn your skin right, inside out. you're as red as water fountains
i am as clear as my ambition, i have come to break tradition.
i'm not here to sit the fence, i need you to feel my vengeance.
incineration, fire of your rotten corpse

and as my cultists gather around. our smiles quickly turn to frowns.
and yours, a mouth of open fear. the rivers gushing can't you hear?
i hope you're cold i built a fire, the smell of hair, it gets me higher
i think i've fallen into a rage