My mother died after my delivery. left my Heart torn; bitter.
So don't fuckin' ask me what made me a natural born killer
From each day that wind forth, my mind morphed more sicker
Born sinner, but I prayed that one day I would mourn with her
Father trained me young sensing a foundation of hatred, I cried-
But grew through warfare: imagine blood-spilling into a basin aligned,
To a bottomless pit.
+ I was impulsive as shit, vacant inside:
Connect the dots and you'll see that I had murder tracing my mind
Once he nurtured it, my inner-demons could be displaced 'till they died
Displaying the side of war and in each act where patience would hide
I dismembered men in every way possible; a corrupt doctor in a hospital
I became a one-man army with no obstacle; purely unstoppable
I appear down to Earth, but I am something this world has never seen;
A.k.a, Morpheus: a walking nightmare that made men forever dream.
Could slash at ya throat, watch you sputter, gasp, and then choke
I'm faster than most; I hit in a flash like a bolt:
That's what I call a 'lighting strike', and I do it until a bastard is broke
Never wasting the time without taking what's mine or breaking a spine
Trading blood with 2 men, I'll wrap their bodies together
Call it a 'Red-Cross' like I'm making the sign.
But this became a problem as I hunted people to hurt them for nothing
All the way, I couldn't fight the feeling that I was searching for something
It seemed I striving towards the invisible, or maybe the residual-
Of survivor's guilt, but just perhaps...
It explains despite who I killed, I can't relax
Restless cause I'm a slim sleeper. each life taken affects my health
Fuck a grim reaper, when I've been trying to slay death itself
I remember, just yesterday, our army raided a town
I entered into deep thought while all else were parading around...
Powerful silence prelude the battle, it was peace: a story in breath
Made me realize that every fight I enter I'm hoping I join my mother.
I suppose there is glory in death.
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