The Rapist - .calibre

Sometimes i care to wonder about the blindfold on my soul

About the razor wire fence that isolates me in the mold

The precipice is closing in on rancid magnanimity

You starve me to the brink of ail then formulate your drugs to me

You serve it up as love but it’s a grotesque felony

You got it coming now because this time you’re fucking with me

If you’re my rapist — i’m your assassinator

Did you really ever think you’d get the best of me

Your everlasting status quo — you’ve sanitized the sore before

Your movers and your shifters caper until there really is 'no more'

We live like near fatalities inside the network of dissent

Don’t seem to spare any expense to manufacture our consent

You serve it up as lust but it’s a sick insanity

You got it coming now because this time you’re fucking with me

(never)

Yeah — i’m your assassinator

Did you really ever think you’d get the best of me

All erodes from here on end — you’re never getting my consent

Yes i know all the victims — of your supremacy

Yes i know all the victims — your fields run endlessly

Yes i know all the victims — of your supremacy

There will be no more victims — this time you’re fucking with me…