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Miss Anne Thrope

by Fumar

[Verse 1]
Fumar is merciless wicked
Putting them bodies six feet under
Fuckin around you might find yourself
Caught up in a conundrum
Blood stains on the ground
From where the body tumble
No living witness found
Evidence of deadly struggle
Black light shining into my life, cursory
To my sickness it's compulsory
Bleakness displayed within 'em
Wanna grab a gauge
Got rage to give 'em
Brain stem frayed mane
Please forgive em
Nothing but darkness strange deliver
The feeling like freeing the demon inside
'Cause I'm sealing the being the reason denied
Now I'm dealing with seeing the seasons pass by
It's revealing the peace when I'm stuck in my mind
Never will I
Find that I deny my mind fried
And broken somewhere deep within the system
Kinda rewind the time
Try to remind that I find
Reality severely inconsistent
Semi-demented when it planted the thoughts
Deep in my head
Bloody red
Bodies rotten drop em all over the bed
And it spread like
Contagion the fate is mistaken
Meaning forsaken begin manifestation
The fuck am I saying?
Maybe it could be...
Could it be some insanity?
Let me get real
Tell you how the fuck I'm a be
Locked up strapped and heavily medicated
Demonstrated self berated
Understated too late waited
'Cause I'm faded not elated
No way stated that I hate it
And I'm stuck for the rest of eternity

[Interlude: Alan Watts]
...into those thoughts, feelings
And acts of violence towards others
Which are always characteristic of the people
Who project the devil in themselves -
Upon the outside
Upon somebody else
Upon the scapegoat

Now this made Jung a very integrated character
In other words, here I have to present
A little bit of a complex idea
He was a man...

[Verse 2]
I hate you motherfuckers
Let me tell you mu'fuckers just how I feel
Dumpin' the bodies deep down in the darkness
Blastin' them with the 40 steel
People coming up missing
They found in my basement
Bloody no organs inside
Execute the hating motherfuckers
Gotta kill 'em all
Ain't nobody gonna survive
We sending the message demonic possession
The lesson the blessings of suffering sin
Blastin' and capping some sinister soul
Disappeared so hypnotic
That's when I begin
A motherfucker ripping like I'm homicidal
But I'm going supersonic
Snappin' on the track
Demons take my body over
Thinking that I'm in a coma
Sick as carcinoma
Found me laying on my back
Witness resolution execution
Homicidal come and find the
Corpse in my backyard soon
Because you won't find the body
The cadaver been burned up
The teeth and the ashes
Have been interred into a tomb
Seeing shit created by illness
So sick in the head
I'm facing dreadful
Fantastical illusions
From a polluted mind
Displaying the efficacy of melodical
Darkness created in profusion
Coming so wicked
So crooked like rickets
Hear chirping like crickets
While diggin' a ditch
Dropping a motherfuckin' body in
Pack up the corpse
I'm taking no shorts
I'm taking no losses
I'm packing a tool
I'm actin' a fool
I'm ready do a motherfucker in
Insane how I'm feeling
The shit ain't appealing
So peeling the skin
The only way to let the rage and the sin begin
Pack up the corpse I'm losing myself
I feel like I'm slipping down into darkness
Following my inner demons

[Outro: Alan Watts]
But what if I should discover that
The least amongst them all
The poorest of all beggars
The most impudent of all offenders
Yea the very fiend himself
That these are within me?
And that I myself stand in need
Of the arms of my own kindness
That I myself am the enemy who must be loved

What then?