Blo.Torch

Justifiable Homicide

Blo.Torch


Sickness from the soiled sin 
Damage controlled, unrepaired 
Shutting off this fiend kin 
To what I am 
Grasping for air, loosing 
Against myself 
Breathe me once again 

Unpredictable 
But sadly structural 
Mine 
But strange to me 

I'm directed 
Towards imprisoned actions 
With this fear I am reborn 
Impregnating 
All primitive reactions 
In me is where all belongs 

In endless pain 
I cry aloud 
Possessed by fear 
Can't rest when your death's near 

So it's called 
Justifiable homicide 

Call this my pleasure surreal 
Slightly perverted 
But at least I feel 
Doubting my chances of survival 
Throughout the days 
And therefore I am 

Unpredictable 
But madly structural 
Mine 
Your death is once again my gain 

So it's called 
Justifiable homicide 

Veiled 
My testimony conceives agony 
If this is me 
Drugged 
An overdose of murder endorphin 
It purifies my soul 

My distinguished mask 
Burying the evilness 
With cold eyes I ask 
Are you this heartless