Category : Songs

Sub Category : Rap

new eye-light, need that to expand the extent of my half-mind.
My Soberness's just as wide as my sight of physical surroundings.
High on the change in your stoney core of your Water lilies,
turn them away and i'm gettin' low.

I hear the storm of your lashing wings
shouldn't have looked at me this specific way, or at all.
You know how to be Certain, my dear ''Innocent.''
I'm in the torn open mood to practise Oculolinctus with a Soup-spoon.
My Self-deification's gift.
Don't fight against darkness or the twilight, i'll keep your old shine safe with me.
Epilepsies, i get Epilepsies of what's beyond our weak senses.
Receiving jiggers, gotta scrutinize the offing lacerates expressionistic.
The maw of a Cave is opening up to me, i can't feel anything.
(In the brain of a Madman.)
Wight vignettes weep to the facsimile-man, the pipes break.
Drones, just water Sags, soaking to the Dinosaurs, as they were just shipwrecks
and insignificancies.
This is what's playing in the Brain of a Madman.

Sneak up to him on his prison's nest, now my sickle's sick with deucedly and savage hydrophobia.
He's in a lucid dream, and i'm a lurker's Nazarene.
He's too peaceful, so i'm thinking in ruins and Destruction.
It was a fatal mistake placing himself here, so that's in his own responsibility and fault.
Leaving everything worthless behind me, in the old and same ways.
Grabbed the bummer by his air-tube, roughly,
fixating his pale hands with my covered knees,
digging out my bolo from my pockets,
whispered in his ear: ''If you breathe, your last seconds will turn into the hottest hellfire.''
berthed the tip on the Chimney, 
the pharyngeal palpitated 
like the vividest rap-beats 
on my fuckin' varied playlist.
A thunderbolt that's scared
of what it might hit,
because it did hit me right on the top of my head, 
or the middle of my heart.
Not hesitating even one Second, 
and i'm balls-deep
in that Satanictastic homicidal ritual, which ended up in my darling
being locked up in a active freezer from the forgotten inside.

Said a demon's name three times in front of the mirror to conjure up bloody-pussy-mary.

(In the Brain of a Madman.)

Peeled off my baby's scalp like i do with red crops for my younger brother, as a nice little favor.
Clipped off Skull's armor with my helping ricer to attack my honey's treasure.
Lit a Candle underneath the purgatory, placed it on the dandified monarch of his inception.
Singing ''Happy Deathday'' accompanied by a joyful cheer and clapping boney hands.
sighing in dissapointment and wishing my Boyfriend would remember who the fuck i am.
I waited minutes and left as the hot candle-wax melted his brain and caused his relieving murder.

This is what happens when you step and kick on the wheels of the brain of a madman.

I remember, my mom wanted to help me out 
by recommanding me
the juvenile psychiatry that's near
our boring home.
She said they'd treat me like a wild rebelling animal in a Zoo
if i tried to defend and stand up for my hating-self.

You're shocked by its Nazitorium? I can sense Nazitoristic manners all around me.

Why exactly do they say i got the Brain of a madman?

There ain't freedom for anybody, so save your vaccination passports.

(In the Brain of a Madman.)

Blur the morals, we're higher than the mortals
I don't give a damn if he's 5 or 105
a baby, a kid or a criminal old guy.
Nothing of this impresses me.
A snatch of Apollo's Celestial plaits or a bastardisation of atrophying and repugnant Methedrine in a wastebasket.

Want me to describe what triggers me?
my urge proved it's to pull the trigger while the gun smooches your forehead,
leaving a hickey-bullet-wound behind, you sadly won't remember.
But it screamed ''I love you'' in despair with a Shot, don't be dramatic.
(I got the Brain of a Madman.)



(𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝖾𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 ''𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖫𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗍𝗂𝖼'', 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇, 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝖺𝗉 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉 ''𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗁𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗈-𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌.''

𝖬𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗉𝗅𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖣𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁, 𝖽𝗂𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝖲𝖾𝗑, 𝖠𝖽𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖵𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍?)