Terminal

Crave the blood flow
To feed your ego
You rip from my flesh
To fill your hollow
You amputated
Manipulated
I’m out of my mind
Decapitated
Before your maggots decompose you
Allow me to diagnose you
Terminal
Narcissistic
Your prognosis
Six, six, six
Medication
Won’t fix your sick
What you need is an exorcist
Eat me alive
Superior mind
You poison the rats
Inferior kind
Sever the soul
For complete control
To fill up your heart
Your black hole
Before your maggots decompose you
Allow me to diagnose you
Terminal
Narcissistic
Your prognosis
Six, six, six
Medication
Won’t fix your sick
What you need is an exorcist
Get it through your mind
The only way is a lobotomy
Drilling through the swine
Dissect your infected anatomy
It’s not a case of pure psychosis
Listen to your diagnosis
Terminal
Narcissistic
Your prognosis
Six, six, six
Medication
Won’t fix your sick
What you need is an exorcist
Oh, no
Medication won’t fix your sick
Six, six, six
What you need is an exorcist