paroles de chanson Threat Level No. 3 - The Black Dahlia Murder
Society
I
beg
of
thee
Open
your
hateful
arms
to
me
For
now
I
am
just
like
you
You
see
my
balls
rattle
in
a
jar
′Neath
smiling
mask
remains
a
past
As
I
recant
couldn't
help
but
laugh
Was
that
really
me
who
had
sipped
from
the
glass
Wrought
of
all
pedophilic
sin?
Merely
the
calm
thrust
between
the
two
most
violent
storms
man′s
seen
Or
a
libido
guillotined
forevermore?
They
dangle
bait
right
in
my
face
That
once
did
make
my
heart
so
race
But
hormonally
my
desire
replaced
to
quell
all
but
the
faintest
roar
Merrily
o
mother
let
them
play
The
boogeyman
he
has
gone
away
The
slender
one
who
would
make
his
prey
From
the
good
little
girls
and
boys
Come
tempt
the
fates
I
do
implore
For
I
am
not
He
anymore
Subject
to
all
parental
scorn
Demon
exiled
Threat
level
number
three
A
badge
to
my
reign
of
depravity
If
it's
only
my
death
that
can
set
us
All
free
then
what
is
it
we're
waiting
for?
My
crimes
of
sick
lust
they′ve
secured
me
a
space
In
a
man′s
most
befeared
and
respected
of
place
In
the
home
of
the
horned
and
His
torturing
flames
I
deserve
all
of
this
and
more
Thwarting
the
raping
beast
That
deep
inside
me
sleeps
In
a
hope
that
this
history
will
never
repeat
My
dick
my
gun
now
obsolete
Are
we
all
here
just
grasping
at
straws?
Is
the
Devil's
will
absolute
is
it
stronger
than
laws?
Can
I
walk
freely
down
darkened
streets
that
I′ve
stalked?
Is
there
truly
a
hope
left
for
me?
Down
her
leg
blood
trickled
I
remember
her
every
breath
Chemically
castrated
Normality
is
mandated
for
now
...
Leaden
the
weight
of
this
arms
they
could
not
bear
Gonadal
atrophy
a
product
of
their
care
Reclusive
enemy
inside
me
he
dwells
Guilt
swells
abysmally
unequaled
my
hells
Society
I
truly
beg
of
thee
I
should
remain
behind
silver
lock
and
key
Feeling
the
rip
of
young
tissues
'round
my
meat
Now
a
fading
dream
to
this
pitch-blackened
sheep
Threat
level
number
three
A
badge
to
my
reign
of
depravity
If
it′s
only
my
death
that
can
set
us
All
free
then
what
is
it
we're
waiting
for?
My
crimes
of
sick
lust
they′ve
secured
me
a
space
In
a
man's
most
befeared
and
respected
of
place
In
the
home
of
the
horned
and
His
torturing
flames
I
deserve
all
of
this
and
more
Thwarting
the
raping
beast
That
deep
inside
me
sleeps
In
a
hope
that
this
history
will
never
repeat
My
dick
my
gun
now
obsolete
Are
we
all
here
just
grasping
at
straws?
The
Devil's
will
absolute
is
it
stronger
than
laws?
Can
I
walk
freely
down
darkened
streets
that
I′ve
stalked?
Is
there
truly
a
hope
that
is
left
for
poor
pathetic
fucking
me?
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