Psycroptipath Lyrics - Psycroptic

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, 

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 its 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