"Psycroptipath" lyrics

Killing for the music and the music kills his pain
Psycroptipath
Mentally he's screaming as his life drives him insane
Psycroptipath
Judgement reigns upon him from those higher in the chain
Psycroptipath
Urges burning deep inside to go against the grain
Psycroptipath

They take it all away
Those drones who control his life
Programmed to deaden his soul
Those dressed in suits taking hold

Masters of his life
Though only nine 'til five
Day is just as the night
Each day as it ends, it is only the start
Returning from that place, he again becomes alive
Enters a place called home to rest his bones
Turns to his music device, brings it to life

It fills him soothes his soul
Hears the blast, feels the beat, soaks in grind cleans his mind
Echoes the scream, grips his seat, feels his heartbeat faster

He's so warm
But unstable
His rhythms changed
A beat unleashed

Something's flowing ten fold when he does this every night
Adrenaline
Over active substance makes reality insane
Psycroptipath
Blindly he's controlled by fluid flowing in his veins
Unnaturally
Mentally he's swimming in a psychopathic dream
Psycroptipath

Now a summoning
Seduced by a stirring
Revenge is his mask

Feels the dark urges to kill, it excites him so
He will not be calm, until he sees the flow

Leaves his home and slips into the darkened nighttime
Prowls the streets intends to find some suited satans
His moments of insanity are still directed
Revenge is his motive and he knows his target

He sees two demons
Leaving their day nest
Their place for torture
Paid for their pleasure
Controlling hundreds gods
In the daylight
A dark alley beckons they answer its call
His breath quickens as does his heart
Upon them in an instant, knife in his hand
Reaction so slow rips them to shreds

Now their time expired they wasted life dimmed lights
Now they're essentially powerless

Flesh carved from the bones
Insides exposed
Wished he'd heard them moan
He saw them bleed
Now he feels so mentally drained
Flow has stopped now revenge is attained
He starts stumbling in the direction of his home
His mind is in pieces but he still feels so complete
He must rest soon his body is weakening
Temporarily ruined by his mental state

As he returns home his mind is back in reality
And the judgement he inflicted is now coursing through his mind
Turns in over in his head as he does this every night
When he gets high from aural infliction of that pounding music
He knows what he does is wrong though it feels right
But he will never feel guilt for in his mind he is the victim