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Psycho Killer

from Costumes by Namor The Sub-Musician

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Take the pill make yourself stand still feel all weak will leak from your bones know that you will be alone in the end lets not pretend or kid ourselves no ones digging themselves up from this well oh well I’ve earned my place in hell might as well make it cozy this hobby has been costly wear two faces like Cosby I dare you to cross me positively a mad woman hard to understand the motivations that move my hands demands from voices unseen calling from between the folds of this reality casually kill three young women and offer them as victims with sacrifices the price is what I think you call a soul dark black abysmal hole wear my emotions should go like I would even really know shallow like the graves that I dig begin reliving this scene again I can not resend funerals that you attend commend myself on making it hours if not minutes before the limbs become pensive for movements always will nightmarish intent at first was content with imagination but now it’s taking much more creation to fuel my morbid fascination cremation of evidence for disappearance with as much adherence as I can stand spends days and months on the plan calls for a van can of fluids to mask movements savor the moment before I dissolve bodies in solvent nothing can calm this sick feeling my intestines simply guessing at the definition of my mental deformation demarcation of declared incarceration for defined measurements of time suspend the mind and let fate define the motion of your limbs so begins the cycle homicidal with a smile severed parts in a pile all part of a ritualistic style check the file from those that track me fail to understand or see the purity of my being open their eyes and start believing as I walk down the stairs all she does is whimper and stare see the terror in her eyes imagining demise but will soon realize this is an exercise in ever lasting last gasping draw breath from air like water from tear career of torture optical moisture concealed in a cloister from each one I cast plaster mold to make a master race of god’s children that can face any trial or tribulation atomic super men but this requires extensive expensive testing there is no second guessing contesting what must be done and what it requires of one and all but not to fear I can hear the voice of the Metatron earth and heaven shall be one when this war is won spent years in a vow of silence hadn’t spoken words in a decade move to the next stage engage blades entry wounds are made skin splayed and filleted mignon penchant like a minion of beings from another dimension monstrous appetite despite attempted respite ignite the passion and hatred that lives in my head credibly certifiably certainly undeniably where I ever to go to trial enter another domicile walk the miracle mile to the bedroom allow this will to consume my own turns to stone hope that they’re not alone grown accustomed to my razor blade give your throat a shave see the scarlet shade with in seconds take the children and leave without detection unfailing perfection head constantly spinning bathed in sin as I begin this cycle all over again

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from Costumes, released July 25, 2015

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Namor Carbondale, Illinois

Deep in the bowels of an unholy love for synthesizers, soundtracks, soundscapes and Tetsuo The Iron Man there was born a freak. They say I am an alien mutant metahuman.I say I am simlpy Namor, the Sub-Musician.

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