Yes I Bow

The scene has been staged, to isolate the rage
I’m packing a twelve gage
Finding myself in need of powers as old as the cosmos
I did the same as most

Begging unknown deities for favors and gifts
To stop the pain and mend the rift
For in this world the answer to every question
Equals Smith and Wesson

The graveyard smells of sex
Baal is begging for the next
Times been wasted
Death’s in the air, can’t you taste it

Awoken from a sleep with no dream
Baal needs help and he’s forming a team
Caught the culprits
Making the last love they’ll ever get

The first blast brings orgasm
But it takes twelve to stop the spasms
A body housing a brain that’s totally deranged
Surrounded by a society that labels me insane

“Who could’ve committed such a murder
I can’t remember when such a thing was heard of”
My therapist ask, “why do you live that way”
I’m programmed to obey whatever Baal says

It takes to clear the way
I never did care to see another day
Having sacrificed two more
With twelve blasts sacrificed for sure

Even the graveyard needs protection
I slept a week on a grave for affection
In desperate need for a trip to the pit
Bit through my bottom lip in a fit for a hit

The taste of blood in my mouth brings back memories
And sends me on a killing spree
Straight to the beach, out behind the dunes
Got down in the sand and started drawing runes

All the praises due to Baal and the powers that he gives
Anyone touched by us don’t deserve to live
Reciting tablets of script that I learned in the crypt
It takes very little effort to give a heart a rip

Baal always showing the sign welcomed me across the line
Told me there was peace to find with a deranged mind
No longer needing to hide behind the dunes
It’s time to step forth and make room

The beach also has variety
For a lunatic bent on chastising society
By tuning in on the dark
I can see the lovers touch and the addicts spark

Not knowing which craving to satisfy first
I’m at a point which Baal calls your rebirth
It’s a confused state of mind
Even though you’ve crossed the line

Your pleasures come come so often they seem hard to find
But Baal helps me decide
with a saber at my side
It’s time to give some souls a ride

Deciding to put her on top was your first mistake
Not realizing you had help until it was much to late
Pent to the ground by the weigh of me and a body
It’s time to pay the price for being naughty

I really wanted her to suffer too
But without a throat it’s down to me and you
Beneath so much it’s hard to breathe
One spurting blood while the other gives your spleen a tease

The saber made quick work of something I wanted to last
But someones coming up the beach it’s time to think fast
Should I produce a drowning victim or give the gage a blast
With reaction, thought becomes the past

Suffering from withdrawal, I forgot the gage
But there’s no turning back when I crave at this stage
Broke out running towards my victims
It’s not me, Baal really picks them, he just lets me inflict them

Squinting your eyes in the night
Not enough sense to try fly
Curiosity killed more than the cat
“How did he get his eyes to light up like that?”

Another trick from the pit
When in a frenzy for a victim or a hit
Came back to my senses and I”m wet up to my chest
There’s a scent on the air, you know rich boys keep the best

The more money, the fewer the cuts
I can feel myself in Baal’s presence and it’s driving me nuts
There’re voices coming in on the waves
Begging for a life to be saved

But I’ld be wrong Baal pulled me from the cave
And taught me how to keep my enemies depraved
Closing in on a hit, I see three culprits
I’m gonna have to work hard for this trip to the pit

Is it wrong for me to feel like this
Standing in your splayed midst
With your heart in my fist
Baal would torture my soul if I tried to resist

Determined not to be denied
Gauging out your eyes to show you how to die
By accepting what has to be
You embrace your destiny

Finally colliding with a fool on a killing spree
Someone preprogrammed not to let you be
Having taken great pleasure in what should’ve been work
Snatched up your utensils while ripping off my shirt

I know the combination entry can’t be denied
Popped a vein with the quickness, and shoot up to the sky
Back in the caverns where I took my vows
Baal’s on his throne and before him I bow