Misfortune

<br>[Music: Aldridge, Lyrics: Dower]<br><br>Like cattle to the slaughter, he lures them to their death<br>Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind, a crave for tearing flesh.<br>Friendly face, a lollipop.<br>He traps them after school<br>Flat-chested, pretty six-year-old, the type that makes him drool.<br>Lubricates his vile tool, child tied to the bed<br>Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps, sheets stained brown and red<br><br>[Ch]<br>Frustration tears his mind apart<br>The pain in his brain- Making him insane...<br><br>His tool shed hosts a magnitude of corpses torn and scattered<br>Bloodied meat strewn on the floor from bodies slashed and tattered.<br>Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies torn apart<br>Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting abstract art.<br>Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid dreams<br>Horrors of his mind-made reality<br>More than flesh and blood can bear, raging uncontrolled<br>Feeble heartbeat drifts away, corpse lies still and cold.