Narcissus Narcosis - Portrait of an American Serial Killer [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

I'll reach into your chest
Pull out your heart
Bite into flesh
& call it art
Recording your screams in the dark in a part of my song at the park for the dark art spark
Bark Hell hounds
Hell found us
Trust I'll disgust when first we discuss then introductions
When we fucking
While you're sucking
Nothing
Forget it
Either way I'm gonna hit it
Split it
Rip
Stitch & ditch it
Frigid location visit
Pleasant donation of bodies from round the nation
Is it strange them bodies hang together stitch by stitch
Together like a millipede with half a million limbs
Some were friends
Just pretend that they live
Still exist
To forgive sins you commit exorcist innocence in a sense
Exorcise while exercising
Next to rising suns once fallen eye zen

Now a ritualistic
Black biblical mystic
Track critical hit shit
Black ripper killed this bitch
His bitch
Misfits
Kids
Shit
If it lives its been thrilled & skin peeled
With intense skills like a german surgeon murdering virgins for Enlil
Been ill
Ten pills
Hippy flipping pen spills
Making clothes out of decomposing skin
Playing shows in them
Posing & grossing out the most boastful men
Create wounds & spill acid in the openings
Drink dopamines. Blink
Grope a fiends chest
Test the breast of the angel with broken wings
Scoping scenes to be mean & demean teens by being insane & obscene
Cocaine & Cobain refrain me from strangling or lighting you on fire when you're drenched in propane see
Profane profanity
Xanny insanity
Got me raining calamity

It's not truly fictitious
Narcissus is as vicious & relentless beyond sentences
So venomous the menace is
Manifesting the sins in pen to restrict from committing them
To forget stripping skinning them
To get victims ripped & done
Because Satan is my son
I'm the unholy one
& guns bring holy fun to moldy bums
I'm the only one with nothing to live for
Not bluffing
I'll skin whores & bust 44's till I'm no more
So test me
Yes Steph's death's recipe on the edge of snapping then snapping necks on ecstasy & drinking blood nonsexually when I eat the flesh of thee disrespectfully
What you expect of me
Satans next to me
The blessed beast of land & sea & zero gravity
Serpent tail rattling
Serving hell
Battling mannequins & smashing them like anison capsules panicking with the passion of me smashing Jenn Aniston
Passionately slashing Stan & Slim
Stashing them in attics of drug addiction in addition to faggot sins that clash in them

I would & should have been Jason Holmes
But I'm too fucking broke homes
Chrome to dome no joke
I still aim to take four hundred
Then I'll cut my own throat
Too many horror movies self embedded
Thus gory groovies I wrote
My dope stories smoothly doom hope
Folks hurting soothes the dark pope
Lets blame this demented insane ish on all the demons I evoked
If it wasn't Ouija Boards or freaky words from creepy lords of rock & rap pre warned for being cursed
Making or playing songs reversed & then rehearsed
Backwards I'm worse
Back from the hearse to spit a verse that makes you hurt like your six feet under the dirt
The thirst for blood is real so whats the deal
I rap the facts & that's what's ill
You lack the skill to get the kill
Your souls I'll steal like blood oath seals
You're getting crushed like Zoloft pills
Wrong turns leads to chills & thrills
I'm the eyes in those hills
& now I feel like dancing