in

Behind the wall that works as the new facade lies the hive for thirsty night prowlers. This is where swine reign and where dolls do sin. The stairs are lined with criminal bastards men who suck the blood from our wounded town. These leeches collect the remnants in the path of the carnivores. They set the rules and you will obey. Raise your glass and join the filthy feast. This is the closest to paradise you will ever come.

3. Fondling The Grotesque

A life long battle soiled with bitter rivalry. An infected relation evolves into a game of cruelty. Compulsive behavior creates enormous precision. The obsessed mind in focus only this task in the field of vision. What will be the next move who will make the next move two wicked men performing witchcraft. Balancing on the thin line between brilliance and madness. Breaking the pattern foreseeing the outcome. A struggle towards perfection in bad blood towards damnation. Out of control. Devoured by violence. This is where the conflict leads to demise.

4. Plague Bearer

I join the crowd who gathers around her like an open wound welcomes infection. I stand there watching as her lungs release lethal razors. The sharpened volume cuts me wide open and reveals the sewage within me. I'm waiting like a vulture for my share. But once through walls of snakes I fund myself being dragged back through guilt and disgust. The vermin that her mouth spills soils my mental hygiene. She made the coffin that confines me. She controls the shovels that entomb me. She bred the maggots that devour me.

5. I Gryningen

The phone is ringing. Them swine are running. But me they will never find.

6. Cleansed In Chlorine

Inside his head he's the test subject in these wicked experiments. His sanity lies in the hands of mad scientists. The chaos seems to have no end. Escorted by pills through the night. Like a sightless spectre floating into the sleep of reason. They are watching my every move. Haunting me. They are controlling me. Ever hour every minute every second the presence crawling and creeping. A desperate attempt to erase it with chlorine. Bleached skin but he never gets clean. Piece by piece this imagination eliminates every sane perception and fills the void with suspicion. Scratching. Scraping. Carving. Cutting. Like termites it eats on every part of him. The chaos will never end. Phobia. Paranoia. Insomnia. Escorted by pills through life.

7. The Deed

Tension is growing prior to the deed. Awaiting the sweet relief of matches. Stress lightens when the object smolders. Increasing fire. Trigger all senses. Captivating flames fuels the behavior. It will go on and on. It will all be repeated no matter the outcome. The perpetrator will return. Pyromania eternal cycle.

8. The Hunt

Excited and fulfilled by the smooth machinery of the genius plan. Camouflage the deranged mind with extreme decency. Mislead and lie. No one will ever suspect. Erase all tracks. Witness will be silenced by flames. Panic desperation. Petrified in cold sweat. Knee deep in ashes. The chase has begun. Grinding at the heals. The hunt is on. Breathing down the neck. They are closing in but will never be close enough.

9. Septic Monarch

Raised in boredom trash and decline into a despicable beast destined to this chronicle of filth. Generations of rotten decay culminating in one inbreed septic monarch. Our antihero will forever rule in this cavalcade of bizarre characters.

10. In Pitch Black Piss

Fumbling through another night's swamp. Another noose to escape. There is no rest to be found within these taunting walls no serenity to seize. This corpse ravaged and hollowed out by an army of termites. In pitch black piss. In a destined circle of chaos. The pattern works as corrosive needles in this everyday carnage. This corpse ravaged and hollowed out by an army of termites.