Zodak - Assault And Battery lyrics

[Mad Child] Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Blood rushing excitement, eternity of darkness Trust me, you don't want to start this, I'm heartless Colder than this, this is some rip your face apart sh** Department for the clinically insane, my apartment Transmit total derangement, an engaging engagement Crystal prism, abstract expressionism I'm back, from vision, impressionist on a mission Battling psychopaths, slightly sick and twisted Social bu*terfly in a glove, double fisted Silver streak, mean rays of purple haze White widow, the flames, ponder in his veins Now, wandering in days, no signs of weakness How can you critique this, can't even compete with The ultra electric, startling when battling Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery Skulls are shattering this is Assault and Battery [Prevail] Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy Words are staggering, daggering like a tragedy You can be all in my face without toxic fool You can be all in my face, but I could lose my cool My attempt to hold back could backfire on you My new identity is an entity to the tone of two My totally true tongue tears titanium in two To the places that we roam, tombstones are overgrown Projects are overblown, reflections are never shown Connections are never cloned, successions are overthrown Like my vocal catacomb, that knows to abandon homes Since those, from nine to five to collide with my form My forum's held Saturday, Sunday and Monday Maybe one day, you'll learn how to do it the Prev One way Until then, I k** them until they get it straight When they move for the bigger fish, focused on the bait In this audio bizarre/bazaar, no one knows who you are No descendents of Ham, no babies are taught Leave the black in the cold and the cold in the bar Like a shifted momentum, who would've thought Anyone could contend them, I'll bend them And send them to the lions in the kingdom [Mad Child] d**h by invitation, torturing teens in bondage Approaching a scene, mentally unharnessing carnage Hell hath no fury, pathological liar Tails, halos and horns, kings of sinful desire The ultimate degenerate, iron chain lashing Knife wielding, eye gouging and scalpel flashing The cult cla**ic, with intense scenes of gore Imploding my load as I melt into the floor A s**ual awakening, sadistic hypnotist Poisonous tantrist, switch to dominatrix Distorted form of forbid of flesh for sensation Mind of a serial k**er, locked concentration Sweet taste of bliss, in from the Holy Grail Now hold the hand of pleasure as we hitch hike to hell