I am the defiler of the mind,
And the killer of the soul.
How much was lost you will find,
To be more than something foul
How could you be the genious of our time.
How could i be the killer in this rhyme
Do you really care if i murder your thought
How much of your opinion will you let be bought
How much of your soul will be defiled by me
When i make you die i'll smile with much glee
And yes this is truely me
And how true it is i want you to see
I will hack your body into pieces
Until this failed existence ceases
I will forever be here my true intent never clear
And the voices you will never hear
When they fail to a deaf ear.
At the end i will make you all quiver in fear.
Im the defiler of your mind
And i will be found in due time.
