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Profiling A Demon
04:50
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Detective or a savior, I'm both those things and none
Champion of justice, away evil runs
But this one is different, so twisted and cruel
Profiling a demon, satan's crown jewel
Wrath
Gluttony
Envy
Sloth
How can I sleep when he's out prowling the streets
In my head I see him turn towards me, I look away in aversion
But then I notice that his face has morphed from demon into something more like me
I need my pills, of course she left me
I just need my pills to sleep, I can't stop stressing, obsessing
And pressing, obsessing, until the victims and their
Families get at least a modicum of peace
I'll keep on searching for every lead or hint or trail
So that I can erase you and turn the world back to how it's supposed to…
A new death
A whole new scene
This is sin number five
A naked man strapped to his chair
Facing his computer without any eyes
But that's not all he's missing though
Gone are his male parts down below
With stumps left at the wrists
What kind of wickedness is this?
The worst kind
I notice something new
A USB attached to the screen
Next to a note that reads "watch me"
On it are countless video files
Showing all the innocent victims he defiled
Even though this is humanity's sludge
No one can be executioner, jury, and judge
That right belongs, solely to god
Tracking a monster, or am I hunted instead?
Won't stop
Can't stop
He is, he is taunting me
Won't stop
Can't stop
Release me
The blood
Every single day, the horrors surge through my brain
So I will hunt you down, until I go insane
This reign of fear is done
Your twisted gallery
Will be burnt to the ground
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Gallery Of Sin
05:09
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Suffer in this gallery of sin
Where weaknesses are immortalized
Masterpieces created for man's darkness inside
Awake again, in the middle of the night
Disorienting visions of powerlessness and spite
To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream
Of a new world with no need for me
But here, we are, a savior stained in blood
Preaching the gospels from below and above
It's time to get back to my art
Pride is a sin that's close to my heart
The studio is as pristine as ever
The embodiment of immaculate and clean
A space that reflects the virtue of its master
A half-finished painting stares back at me
A red tower crumbles down to the side
Toppled over from the weight of its name
A gaudy sign glistening in pearly white
So large it won't fit in the frame
The fridge holds the ingredients
Tupperware in neat lines
Ready for the blender
Colors from their lives
Completion two parts closer
A gallery to show the evil of man
Viewed with grim satisfaction
Feelings they can't understand
I am the world's morbid satisfaction
I decide between what is divine and what is clean
If I speak, I am condemned
If I'm silent then we are all damned
Screaming go the pigs being led to the slaughter
Head in the feed not seeing the knife in the hand
I meet again with the curator of sin
His small beady eyes and his sick twisted grin
Waiting for more paintings that have built up his fame
Knowing full well that murders spread out his name
His hands are palms up toward me
Waiting to get paid
A "gallery fee" he calls it
How man has strayed
This is our final deal
For these painting and next
Ancient silver coins
30 total at last
To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream
Of a utopia, shaped purely by we
But here, we are, a savior blessed in blood
Preaching the gospels from below and above
The pigs squeal
They squeal until I wake up this last time
And take that which is rightfully mine
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The despair in me was flowing free
Right when I got the call
The gallery, now complete to see
The curator the last victim to fall
This is my greatest work
Greed hoarding the other sins
Man so fully corrupted
His soul is the artwork within
The body replicates the vitruvian man
Surrounded by the paintings he charged to see
The final piece of the killer's plan
Mutilator
Innovator
Arbitrator
Curator
Finally, a real clue on the cameras
The man looks up with glee
To my shock and to my horror
My face laughs as it looks into me
Good to see you're finally getting it
I'm the one that wakes while you sleep
Pursuing justice on our own terms
Achieving the things you always wished you could do
Mutilator
Innovator
Arbitrator
Curator
I won't believe it
This can't be real
Confusion swirls through my head
But what if the nightmares
Were actually just memories instead?
Don't worry, now don't be afraid
Think of the lives that we can save
Punishing evil, punishing trash
Only them we will slash
I hate the wicked things you do
But I hate them more
If you promise me to spare the good
I will give you the floor
Deal
To sleep, perchance the opportunity to dream
Creating a new world built together by we
I'm so tired
It's time to sleep
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