Highway I-35

Wrath

Purifying the scum of the earth

I was born to murder the world

I'm a tool created by your apathic society

Feeding on my sadistic intent

Bleed bleed bleed for the semen god

I murdered over thirty and still crave more

Kneel kneel kneel for the semen god

I batter your genitals to pulp

Sculpture of my tormented thoughts

Crushing gutting tearing your limbs apart

As chunks of demormed meat

Are dripping from my knife

Consumed by frustration

Murder is my salvation

Coagulated semen, bursting

Through the stomach wall

I suck your semen bloodtide

Died by my hand

I shall dismember and sever

Died by my hand