Divination And Violation

Cephalic Carnage

Sociopath, compulsive liar, delusionist 
Certified schizophrenic, abused and plasmatic, since conception is what the doctors report revealed about Mort 
He manipulated them with lies 
Now he's free, back in society 
Cured with pills and psychotherapy 
But the scars of mother's words remain 
Victim of life at a futile age 
As he drives down the street 
He can see the ghosts here to remind him 
And their faces in the trees 
He can hear them call his name in the windy breeze 
The souls that were taken away 
Thinking his medication is not working 
He can see the walking dead 
Smelling their scent, viewing their gutless cavities 
Strangulation marks around their neck 
They speak to him and retreat 
Lust of their memories, as they perished 
Fills his deceitful mind, the urge for new fantasies 
He can't contain, although he tries 
Everyday the ghosts return 
And ask why you did this to me 
I'll never know you, I'll haunt you till I die 
You took us from our loved ones 
You violated my eternal shell 
Mutilated forever, I will haunt you 
Mort replies. Mother created this 
Blame it all on her, I have been immortalized 
My illness has given the power of divination 
I saved you from your own hell 
My volition to kill has perverse me 
I loved you all, even though you did not know me, but now you are here 
And I remember the look 
In your eyes as you died 
My volition fur lust 
Shall never set me free 
Until I die, you are a prisoner to me 
In the next dimension I will be king 
Through my divination and volition 
I will succeed