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Entanglement of Perversion

by A Man Named Onigumo

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I will kill the survivors As they escape from the motel Burned it down Terrified by my smile as I begin the carnage... Lets Go! Pull out the strap I aim low to savor the kill Wounded Ignored (for now) Sedatives to half of The people inside Comin' forth to entice my Divine need Please I'll be ascendancy *squeal* I am the final totem The point you'll never reach A thread I tare inside the fabric of humanity So be it *squeal* Kill them all dead I find a cul de sac Survivors I have missed Let me get my knife out This will be some funny shit for sure *squeal* Slice and dice it feels so nice To cut em all up They fall, so helpless Stabbed to death by my blade As I shoot more survivors Oh diving deep in my mind I simply find Where I saw myself unfold Every bit Set me free Grinning from above the scene I'm condemning The relinQUISHED All the people I killed, they do not matter Everybody thinks that I'm a psycho But I know the truth I recede into the old Jeep I see a cop or two so I'm not sure if I can make it home Or become the victim Drive through lights Passersby They are all doomed to an early fate Must be my fate to be home safe I sit at home and read about it all day
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A severed head lays in the hallway As I approach it the stench just makes me more erect The sweet smell of decay I can hardly control myself I only fuck what I consume And what I consume is: Partially fresh and part exhumed I have no indignation I rip and tear through the flesh I beat it with my fist into shreds Break arteries SPEW Now to dissect I slice into the flesh I am the one you will see Inside the aftermath of my murder spree I am the one you will see Killing by nature Killing for pleasure I chop and mangle To release this impulse I'm falling way too fast to stop Everybody will fall in line with my killing spree and feast All I want is to eat everything that's decomposing Feeding my frenzy which leaves me hollow ultimately I want murder I need to be fucking dead bodies I have no other constant way to fill my need I want to see cadavers everywhere So I can roam and molest as I please The idea of endless torment worldwide genocide Makes me cum so hard I want to bleed the earth dry
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Horrific deeds i will commit. There is no stoping the inevitable death count i will rack up with methods of destructive violence to my fellow man. Stalk the streets with tools to bludgeon Everybody will fall victim to my need To watch the light fade from your eyes It gets me off, so i can sleep at night Find two unsuspecting guys Drunk off their asses And beat them senseless Pulverize his face I will erase Any remnants of a man I see the pavement through the hole in his face Look to the left Broke his leg with a bat Dragged to the trunk Lets have some fun I pull into my garage (down goes the door) No cops in sight on my way home The neighbors are out cold Open the trunk instantly beat him with a tire iron Pleading he tries to shield with his hands Which are just bones peaking through mangled skin So close to the final blow He cant defend His brain is dead So ill leave him for the dogs instead And me: Bored to death Hop in the car and fucking drive all night Cant sleep until i find the one that fits just right End up closer than i wanted to be Heard its name before for sure (Dont matter) i just want it bad Drive slow, look sharp Patient I must be Fuck, someone walks alone before my hazy headlights. Illuminate their clothing. Hey, you want a ride? Ill give you a ride. As they step into the passenger seat I smell their fragrance and I’m instantly enthralled Hey they say I drive off in silence I find myself nervous, wasn’t expecting them to actually get in honestly But now their here, get it together Where you headed? They say some address i dont remember, i drove straight to my place. Of course they catch on so fast. I see the panic, the realization as i pull the knife from under my seat. But only one free hand makes for mistakes, holes in the upholstery with no blood. Shit. Try one more time... I catch their open mouth mid-scream Jutting upwards i feel the stiff crack of sinus and cranium WATCH THE FUCKING ROAD Get home, i can do more there Pull the body out of sight Finally home Time for the big finish Pull em out, they make faint whimpers as their eyes shake I grab the knife, twist and push until one eye ball exits the socket. Then rape repeatedly until my dick is necrochaffed
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Last step then I'm done I've taken so many lives I feel fuckin' NUMB What the hell could I possibly do after what the human race has just been through? Incite with propaganda Social media scare tactics Fake leaked killing times sent to the masses I will do what I please No motherfucking ban stops me Even after all the somewhat unprovoked punishment I search for anything inside myself that could condemn The apathy I feel towards the situation as a whole A culmination of events I don't control (Or won't control) Could I have mentally stopped all this if I wanted to? Well that's the million dollar question But how can we know until it happens? A voice inside constructs a plan of action...

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**Graphic Lyrics Disclaimer: All lyrics on this EP are works of fiction and represent pieces of a collective concept. If murder offends you, don't read these lyrics. Otherwise thank you for listening!**

Part 2 of the double EP release. A much more experimental EP than its predecessor, it still drives forward with slamming brutality while taking the time to create an ambient/techno atmosphere.
With such a progressive undertaking, It felt necessary to produce an equally as challenging concept. Our protagonist who has done A LOT of drugs is having graphic homicidal fantasies and doesn't know how to deal with them. So he answers a miraculously timed add for an interview session with a team of researchers. Unbeknownst to the researchers, the sadistic visions that lie ahead could soon be a reality...

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released January 13, 2021

All music written and recorded by Andrew Smith
Drums programmed by Andrew Smith
Artwork by Pat Mcspadden
Logo and lettering by Austin Vincent
Special thanks to Michael Dixon for loaning his guitar in my time of need!

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A Man Named Onigumo Springfield, Missouri

One Man Slamming Brutal Death Metal project from Springfield, MO.

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