Flies
Flies on the corpses
Flies on the bodies like a swarm
Uniform movement they're keeping them warm

Reaper in the morgue
Collecting the toe tags, leave one's with no name
I can see icicles form where it roams
My eyes turn to stone

I witnessed this sinister sacrilege forced
Ripping their cartilage horror and gore
With mental disorders we all gotta suffer alone
cin't life a whore

Flies
Flies on the corpses
Flies on the bodies like a swarm
Uniform movement they're keeping them warm

Body bags stuffed by the dozens I love it
There isn't a thought anymore
The silence is greater than one could imagine
Be quiet I warn

Pick your poison put it to your lips and drink it anyway
c triple homicide I kill em with the blade nobody's safe
Try to play me fuckin bitch I'll put you in a shallow grave
With gasoline I light you up no evidence I walk away

cSTcROTH
clip your toes bitch I keep em in a jar
Pilin up they count the numbers for my murder cases
I am an enigma
You lose your humanity when you get nearly killed
Time n time again for 25 years by a man who gave you life
Yet never served 25 years to life
What is fair in this world you tell me as I twist my knife
In you deep & deeper I go you spew out the blood
Crimson on the floor, I erase the sky and paint it red with my blood art
Flies, flies on my corpse skin
Flies eat my body like a worm
This uniform made of flesh
Grotesque, human scums, stitched raw
I will never forget, will never forgive backstabbin muthafuckas
For I am not your god but a demon on the cover of a magazine
Full of bullets penetrate your consciousness
Shooting up this mufuckin world