Manticore

My band's newest song. Lyrics by myself. Enjoy.


"Manticore"

Break the bones, stretch the skin.
The trampoline is slick with blood.
A toybox full of kitty heads.
A jumping rope of small intestine.

Vomit encrusts the playroom walls.
Feces layer the nursery floor.
Welcome to the broken home of horrors.
This is where your childhood dies.
All the rotting memories.
Atrocity incarnate. Vulgarity.

Sailor suits in formaldehyde.
Party favors caked in bile.
A playpen of gore crawling with worms.
The crib is overflowing in filth.

This scene just might be too much
For your virgin eyes.
Where death dwells is sure to attract flies.
A white picket fence lined with severed heads.
A quiant neighborhood now littered with dead.
Manticore, in your name they have bled.

The carnage left behind me.
The nexus of my apathy.
I do this not of my own volition.
I am merely the instrument.

Your name will stain all history.
Manticore, you deserve a legacy.
Above all: Manson, Ed Gein and Gacy.
None will surpass thee.