Written by the Sick

My music’s so disturbing it will lead those to a darker place

Where there is no hope until it eats way through their function brains

Making them bloodthirsty with a urge they can’t control

Once they look into your eyes, it’s very clear they want your broken soul!

First they’ll kill you while you’re sleeping in the fucking bedroom

And ship your head to me so I can carve it with some knife wounds!

Add it to my trophy case along with the others

Who be fucking up this Cult Shit and now they’d wind up being slaughtered!

Every single rhyme I write is never fucking positive

I’m here to share the proof that we’re living in the negative

Where killers roam the streets causing death among the innocent

With grimy graphic details which will make you feel unpleasant!