In the accusatory light of everyday
I successfully masquerade
Two figments of mind equally insane
Get me off the fucking street!
Insatiable thirst for gore built up
No need to mention I'm fucked up
In the slammer I've plummeted
Now need to kill to get back up
Need you ask why? Are you blind?
Isn't my visceral nature a sign?
I guess I must rip out your spine
By then it might be too late for you
Oh but I'd rather take pleasure
In the insatiable act of torture
Your screams are the only measure
Get me off the fucking street!
Welcome me Driver!
Welcome me Driver!
Welcome me Driver!
I'm back, your lord, Driver!
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