[Sinacog]

I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Everyone sees Marcus as Calm and Collected, The Average Joe Persona Perfected...
No real family Drama to Mess With, His Father and his Mom are Respected...
They were Pillars of the Community, as well as Leaders in the Church...
His Mom did the bake sales one sunday, Dad was a Pastor, a True Believer in his Work...
While Marcus did well in school n Excelled at Sports...Never reguarded as the Hellion Sort...
As a Teenager he Rebelled of Course, But nothing that landed him in Jail or Court..
In highschool he liked to Read and Write, Voted most likely to Succeed at Life...
At college; He was Perceived as Bright, The guy you would go to when you Need Advice...
By all accounts, He was Honestly Flawless, No Associations with the Dishonest or Lawless..
His Record was cleaner than a Monastry's Wall Is, He was Uncommonly Polished...
But behind this Nice Facade, there's a Darker Side that Marcus Hides...
That's cold blooded, Ice for Veins, with a Heart Inside thats Charred n Fried...
He lives Ensnared in Doubt; You see theres a monster with which he Shares his House..
But this monster never tries to Scare his Spouse, or even Dare Arouse..
The slightest suspicion that it Even Exists...So no one knows of this Heathen of His...
N' how it Sqeezes n' Twists at his willpower, Or sees the scars that it Leaves on his Wrists..
Even Marcus finds himself Tending to Steer away from his conscience, so he can Pretend that its Clear...
And yet Marcus still Winces in Fear, every time he catches a Glimpse of the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...
Its two in the morning, Marcus stares at his reflection, waiting for the Fear to Show...
But it doesnt come...So he zips up his jacket, takes a last glance at the Mirror and Goes..
Out into the moonlights Eerie Glow...Its so quiet and still, it sets a Peaceful Vibe...
But that tranquility is Deceitful Lie...Because nights like this are when the Beast's Alive...
Its narrow eyes; it Keeps em Wide, searching for an opening it can Sneak Inside..
In the darkness the Beast Resides; Sticking to the shadows he Creeps n' Hides...
Suddenly the beast Stops and Moans.."Ah yes.."...a window someone Forgot to Close...
He'd bet they would have nailed it shut if they had only known what the Monster Knows...
It climbs in and almost knocks over a Box of Clothes; He listens, but the sound doesnt Wake em Up...
The beasts heart starts to Race and Thud..He licks his lips, he can almost Taste the Blood...
His teeth and knife clenched; Prepared for Violence as he creeps up the Stairs in Silence..
He passes a door covered in pink stickers...Poor kid, She'll never again feel her Parent's Vibrance..
Probally an Adoring Daughter; He stops at the last door..from inside the sound of a Snoring Father...
He busts in its a Gory Slaughter..Blood flows like a busted sink thats Pouring Waterr\\...
They'll never live to a Ripe Age... Atleast he judges by the blood on his Knifes Blade..
He stands and starts to clean his knife as he watches their eyes glaze as there Life Fades...
There death is Savagely Clear..The news tomorrow will talk about the Massacre Here...
Marcus heads for the daughters room, and he can help but smile as he Passes the Mirror...
I live with a monster...He lives under my bed...
There's one inside the closet, plus the one thats in my head...
Theres one more I should mention; He's the one that you should fear..
He's the one that stares back at me..From the otherside of the mirror...

There's several different levels to Devil worshiping
Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism
Animals, having sex with 'em, camels, mammals and rabbits
But I don't get into that, I kicked the habit
I just beat you to death with weapons that eat through the flesh
And I never eat you unless the fucking meat looks fresh
I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin', I got a .9 in my pocket
And baby, I'm just dyin' to cock him
He's ready for war, I'm ready for war
I got machetes and swords for any faggot that said he was raw
My Uzi's heavy as yours, yeah you met me before
I just didn't have as large an arsenal of weapons before
Marshall will step in the door, I'll lay your head on the floor
With your body spread on the bedspread, red on the wall
Red on the ceiling, red on the floor, get a new whore
Met on the second, wed on the third, then she's dead on the fourth
I'm dead wrong!

Born with the birthmark of the beast, commander in chief
March through Tartarus in blood soaked army fatigues
Wear a diseased heart on my sleeve
They say words are weapons, well I guess I'm armed to the teeth
Hung members of the nazi regime from rafters and beams
Committed to rhyme asylum with no chance of release
Blasphemous saints, iron straight jacket restraints
Spit fire that attracts the Moth Man to the flame
I'm an orphan of Chernobyl, come back from the grave
I'll put your freedom of speech in shackles in chains
We salivate hazardous waste
I swing Excalibur with the stone still attached to the blade
We're a nimble ninja clan sprinting over the surface
In sinking sand, rocking concrete timberlands
Roll militant in guerrilla tanks
My fist is rock solid breaking through Edward Scissorhands

Rhyme Scheme Flex
Be Ready For My Age Of Glory! A 'Deadly Emcee' On Stage With Blades Performing!
Murder Scenes!?!? I'll Make It Gory! Let's Just 'Cut To The Chase' Like Jason Vorhees!
I Was Put On This Earth To Stay Enforcing The 'Lyrical Law', Don't Be Lame Or Boring!
Cus' I'll Make Sure Your Brain' Is Pouring Enough Blood For Me To Paint A Story!
My Veins Are Coursing With The Game's Endorphines! So Take My '2 Cents' Till' You Raise A Fortune!
But If You Turn To Bitches I'm 'Burning Bridges' When My Flames Are Scorching!
Some Say I'm Too Insane And Morbid! Filled With Rage And Torment! To Make you Fakes All Forfeit!
My Ways Are Horrid! I'll Open Your Stomach With Blade And Chainsaw Just To Taste Your Organs!
My One Code is to Slay Remorseless! No Restraints I'm Cordless! I Even Pray On Orphans!
So Start Staying Dormant! I'm The Type To Leave You *Dead* On A 'Saturday Night' Like Tracy Morgan!
I've Been Training With The Greatest Forces! Moving Swiftly With The Grace Of Orchids!
I could Crack Rock, And Break A Fortress! My Chi Alone Shifts And Shakes A Forrest!
My Elite Technique Assures I Sing To Sleep All You Weak Emcees When I Merely Create A Chorus!
And I Don't Discriminate, I Eliminate Any Waste Of Space Whether They're From The States Or Foreign!
Take This Warning! As A Sign Like When Tornadoes, Earthquakes, And Hurricanes Are Forming!
That I'm A Beast Who Can't be Tamed Or Cornered, Leaving The Scene Spraying Agent Orange!