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Date Posted: 10:14:44 04/13/11 Wed
Author: Vincent Callahan
Subject: K.A.R.A. (Killers Always Resuscitate Angels)

Pours in the chlorine, knows we use this lake for swimming
Bastard eyes speak volumes about his relationships with women
Maybe I'm tripping, he would just call it fun
Abusing a trophy wife, hitting that in ways more than one
Dashes the chloroform under his armpits
She gets a whiff, you said innuendo was harmless
Makes no difference, go ahead, cry and wail
Armless spidermonkey hanging on by a tail
This life's a fail, my mind's eye is like a cell
Strangled by an angle, perception serves as a jail
The bed was hard steel, tossed in his sleep at night
A black rainbow, faded shades that deceive the light

Perception is my cell, held captive by an angle
It's fair game 'cause killers always resuscitate angels
Let's serve this sentence with good behavior
Go borrow a sin cup from your next door neighbor

She speaks of Beauty being fleeting
I'm not even a real
Just something she dreamed up while sleeping
A beautiful letdown, honestly I couldn't fault her
I'ma fragment of her Ego, a make-believe stalker
Imaginary enemy that loves like a true friend
An impending doom, gotta see how this mood ends
Ran for miles, told the police I chased her down
Sketch artist does his part....never seen that face around

This was too real but only she could see it
In a padded room basking in the light of defeatists
That fucked up thought gnawed on half her head
Takes a stab at a mirror, her abdomen bled

When everyone left he commenced the torture
That state had power of attorney, executioner & lawyer
She asked him why, why he had become a killer
No longer a patient, lead actress in a psychological thriller
Shut the door, heard a scream, pictures fly off walls
Dreams of raping Madonna, wrapping her vagina in gauze
When the deed was done, held the revolver in gloves
Fought, kicked and screamed, couldn't pretend it was love
Police found her bleeding in the bedroom of her mansion
The cops open the door, he morphs back into a phantom
In a bath of blood with her strait-jacketed mannequins

Perception is my cell, held captive by an angle
It's fair game because Killers Always Resuscitate Angels
Let's serve this sentence with good behavior
Borrow some sugar, Satan is your next door neighbor

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