Mundane Madness by Madhouse For Equines Lyrics
Intro:
If you're looking for some form of perverted attention and publicity, I can't help you. But, if you just wanna kill a lot of people one by one, I'm your guy
Verse 1: Rhyme Flow
Idle hands are the devil's playthings
So I make things
Use blood to make paintings
Its a game, make puzzles so police can play it
If they solve it soon enough the girl will never get slain
Huh, I'm kidding
She's been dead since last week
And if my killing spree had ended today
Well that's weak
And the last thing we need is detectives to ask me
Where I hid the past bodies dismantled in passing
Let's just say boredom was part of the post-mortem
And according to the coroner it was horrid to sort 'em
The organs weren't in order
In fact, some parts were foreign
An unfortunate event with the corpse forced an abortion
Or... Was it elaborately conceived?
The DNA will show the lady wasn't massacred by me
A Mass Murderer actually
From the damaged anatomy
But my alibi denies that I was there
Too bad, I'm free
Verse 2: Nicis
So I hear that you're joining the business
For the right coin we draw and quarter the witness
If killing leaves you sour in the mouth like citrus
Then we'll drown you in the acid
Getting red on our litmus
Add green, make it Christmas
A festive sickness
Here we celebrate what makes us vicious
But lately things have gotten, repetitious
This Mundane Madness has been ebbed for remittance
As I said we are in this pretty heavy handed
Today market death is very demanded
And we plan to supply what we can't suplant
So either way, you will die, that's my management
And I'm a madam maning a canon
Blasting a canyon
In a bastion
Like a dragon assassin I'm castle crashing
In a fashion that abandons
All aspects of what hu-man is
I'll be slashing through your abdomen until my hand is implanted
Verse 3: D. Range
Strictly professional
Driving myself insane to work
While sipping my methanol
We carry the ball and chain
Fallen angel traits
Find heaven and force the gates
I remain ever vigilant
Have a bone to pick
And I'm craving for ligaments
Insatiable thirst
Make opponents shake in their boots
While I'm quaking the earth
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
And a poisoned one keeps him locked in a grave
Drunken fist
I throw shots in your face
My punch is sick
Got your oxygen drained
Basically
Another day in the office
I made a killing
And now making a profit
Exchanging gossip by the water cooler
A psycho mind
A rotten tumor
If you're looking for some form of perverted attention and publicity, I can't help you. But, if you just wanna kill a lot of people one by one, I'm your guy
Verse 1: Rhyme Flow
Idle hands are the devil's playthings
So I make things
Use blood to make paintings
Its a game, make puzzles so police can play it
If they solve it soon enough the girl will never get slain
Huh, I'm kidding
She's been dead since last week
And if my killing spree had ended today
Well that's weak
And the last thing we need is detectives to ask me
Where I hid the past bodies dismantled in passing
Let's just say boredom was part of the post-mortem
And according to the coroner it was horrid to sort 'em
The organs weren't in order
In fact, some parts were foreign
An unfortunate event with the corpse forced an abortion
Or... Was it elaborately conceived?
The DNA will show the lady wasn't massacred by me
A Mass Murderer actually
From the damaged anatomy
But my alibi denies that I was there
Too bad, I'm free
Verse 2: Nicis
So I hear that you're joining the business
For the right coin we draw and quarter the witness
If killing leaves you sour in the mouth like citrus
Then we'll drown you in the acid
Getting red on our litmus
Add green, make it Christmas
A festive sickness
Here we celebrate what makes us vicious
But lately things have gotten, repetitious
This Mundane Madness has been ebbed for remittance
As I said we are in this pretty heavy handed
Today market death is very demanded
And we plan to supply what we can't suplant
So either way, you will die, that's my management
And I'm a madam maning a canon
Blasting a canyon
In a bastion
Like a dragon assassin I'm castle crashing
In a fashion that abandons
All aspects of what hu-man is
I'll be slashing through your abdomen until my hand is implanted
Verse 3: D. Range
Strictly professional
Driving myself insane to work
While sipping my methanol
We carry the ball and chain
Fallen angel traits
Find heaven and force the gates
I remain ever vigilant
Have a bone to pick
And I'm craving for ligaments
Insatiable thirst
Make opponents shake in their boots
While I'm quaking the earth
An apple a day
Keeps the doctor away
And a poisoned one keeps him locked in a grave
Drunken fist
I throw shots in your face
My punch is sick
Got your oxygen drained
Basically
Another day in the office
I made a killing
And now making a profit
Exchanging gossip by the water cooler
A psycho mind
A rotten tumor