I know NINE MILLION ways to KILL a body and I love EVERY ONE OF THEM.
All dull day till I hit the hay, I think of bodies. BURST bodies, Bodies split right up the middle and shared across a hundred NICE little gardens and when I sleep I dream of ways to KILL a body ain't NOBODY thought of yet! Occasionally I dream of MOM and POP squirting into the sink and that sound as the garbage disposal GNAWS on the old man's skull. I kill because it makes me feel like I'm on T.V with my own personal soundtrack. Like JFK, brains on the leather and PRETTY blood on his PRETTY wife...
JFK, NBK, KKK.
and his PRETTY wife. Now think of it ALL, wet and humiliated crawling in front of the whole WORLD.
I like THAT, too. It's a DULL old world ALL grey and non-descript, on the SURFACE... Scratch that and you see the REAL WORLD. All RED and RAW and SENSELESS and that's the world I LIKE, The WORLD I SHOW YOU when I KILL.
The WORLD I AM.
I AM that man EATING human sandwiches at the bus stop, making Jeffery Dahmer eyes at the NICE YOUNG boys on the CORNER, John Wayne Gacy hand's a TWITCHIN'. I ain't INSPIRED by the MEDIA. I INSPIRE the media! I got VIDEO GAMES, and TOYS, and COMIC BOOKS because I can KILL a BODY better than ANYBODY! You wouldn't BELIEVE the different ways a body DANCES once a bullets been put through it. The SONGS they sing when you CUT their THROATS. The patterns they PAINT when you make them SQUIRT!
It's ART. I KILL because it's PRETTY. I KILL because it's ART.
I AM those kids lighting DOGS and HOBOS on fire in the dark alleyway.
I AM the wife, shoving broken GLASS down her HUSBANDS THROAT!
I am the AMERICAN FLAG on FIRE! The founding fathers CRUCIFIED for a TALK SHOW.
LIES! CURSED LIES AND THE GOVERNMENT!!!
I am the end of the world as we know it...
and I feel like a drink.