Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Threat Level No. 3 , by - The Black Dahlia Murder. Song from the album Abysmal, in the genre Release date: 17.09.2015
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Threat Level No. 3 |
| Society I beg of thee |
| Open your hateful arms to me |
| For now I am just like you |
| You see my balls rattle in a jar |
| ‘neath smiling mask remains a past |
| As I recant couldn’t help but laugh |
| Was that really me who had sipped from the glass |
| Wrought of all pedophilic sin? |
| Merely the calm thrust between |
| The two most violent storms man’s seen |
| Or a libido guillotined forevermore? |
| They dangle bait right in my face |
| That once did make my heart so race |
| But hormonally my desire replaced |
| To quell all but the faintest roar |
| Merrily o mother let them play |
| The boogeyman he has gone away |
| The slender one who would make his prey |
| From the good little girls and boys |
| Come tempt the fates I do implore |
| For I am not He anymore |
| Subject to all parental scorn |
| Demon exiled |
| Threat level number three |
| A badge to my reign of depravity |
| If it’s only my death that can set us all free |
| Then what is it we’re waiting for? |
| My crimes of sick lust they’ve secured me a space |
| In a man’s most befeared and respected of place |
| In the home of the horned and His torturing flames |
| I deserve all of this and more |
| Thwarting the raping beast |
| That deep inside me sleeps |
| In a hope that this history will never repeat |
| My dick my gun now obsolete |
| Are we all here just grasping at straws? |
| Is the Devil’s will absolute is it stronger than laws? |
| Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I’ve stalked? |
| Is there truly a hope left for me? |
| Down her leg blood trickled |
| I remember her every breath |
| Chemically castrated |
| Normality is mandated for now |
| Leaden the weight of this arms they could not bear |
| Gonadal atrophy a product of their care |
| Reclusive enemy inside me he dwells |
| Guilt swells abysmally unequaled my hells |
| Society I truly beg of thee |
| I should remain behind silver lock and key |
| Feeling the rip of young tissues ‘round my meat |
| Now a fading dream to this pitch-blackened sheep |
| Threat level number three |
| A badge to my reign of depravity |
| If it’s only my death that can set us all free |
| Then what is it we’re waiting for? |
| My crimes of sick lust they’ve secured me a space |
| In a man’s most befeared and respected of place |
| In the home of the horned and His torturing flames |
| I deserve all of this and more |
| Thwarting the raping beast |
| That deep inside me sleeps |
| In a hope that this history will never repeat |
| My dick my gun now obsolete |
| Are we all here just grasping at straws? |
| The Devil’s will absolute is it stronger than laws? |
| Can I walk freely down darkened streets that I’ve stalked? |
| Is there truly a hope that is left for poor pathetic fucking me? |