Threat Level No. 3 Lyrics - Abysmal - The Black Dahlia Murder

Society I beg of thee 

Open your hateful arms to me 

For now I am just like you 

You see my balls rattle in a jar 

'neath smiling mask remains a past 

As I recant couldn't help but laugh 

Was that really me who had sipped from the glass wrought of all pedophilic sin? 

Merely the calm thrust between the two most violent storms man's seen or a libido guillotined forevermore? 

They dangle bait right in my face 

That once did make my heart so race 

But hormonally my desire replaced to quell all but the faintest roar 

Merrily o mother let them play 

The boogeyman he has gone away 

The slender one who would make his prey from the good little girls and boys 

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Come tempt the fates I do implore 

For I am not He anymore 

Subject to all parental scorn 

Demon exiled 

Threat level number three 

A badge to my reign of depravity 

If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for? 

My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space 

In a man's most befeared and respected of place 

In the home of the horned and His torturing flames 

I deserve all of this and more 

Thwarting the raping beast 

That deep inside me sleeps 

In a hope that this history will never repeat 

My dick my gun now obsolete 

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Are we all here just grasping at straws? 

Is the Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws? 

Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked? 

Is there truly a hope left for me? 

Down her leg blood trickled 

I remember her every breath 

Chemically castrated 

Normality is mandated for now 

Leaden the weight of this arms they could not bear 

Gonadal atrophy a product of their care 

Reclusive enemy inside me he dwells 

Guilt swells abysmally unequaled my hells 

Society I truly beg of thee 

I should remain behind silver lock and key 

Feeling the rip of young tissues 'round my meat 

Now a fading dream to this pitch-blackened sheep 

Threat level number three 

A badge to my reign of depravity 

If it's only my death that can set us all free then what is it we're waiting for? 

My crimes of sick lust they've secured me a space 

In a man's most befeared and respected of place 

In the home of the horned and His torturing flames 

I deserve all of this and more 

Thwarting the raping beast 

That deep inside me sleeps 

In a hope that this history will never repeat 

My dick my gun now obsolete 

Are we all here just grasping at straws? 

The Devil's will absolute is it stronger than laws? 

Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I've stalked? 

Is there truly a hope that is left for poor pathetic fucking me?