Lyrics Peculiar Perversions Particular to the Piquerist - Twitch of the Death Nerve

Peculiar Perversions Particular to the Piquerist

Not for the first time, he stalks his victim, a vulnerable aging widow
Silently breaching her above, he steals upstairs, focused by desire
Death is a swift, a knife eagerly piercing her heart as she lay asleep
An instant panic is soon extinguished
Now begins the frenzy
Stabbing the bleeding carcass, with the phallic blade
Mammary adipose tissue rent apart like an overstuffed bag of meat
Penetration of flesh, in place of sexual ingress
Afterwards he lies resting, embracing the victim’s body in a pool of her blood,
lust satisfied
Her torso marked with symbols of his infatuation, the evidence of his violent
paraphilia
Yet this is not a demonic being, or an apex predator of unmatched power
But an aberration, a mental anomaly not to be aggrandized
Devoid of emotion, an errant automaton
Superficially he resembles us
Though without moral reasoning he is more akin to primitive simians
Casually raping the soft palate of a passing creature, acting on impulses
Without the capacity for empathy, and full of self pity when impugned
But these antisocial personalities are not limited to crime and violence
Prevalent in the world of business, the sociopaths excel through deceit
Corporations make use of their lack of guilt to implement unethical decisions
Mercilessly pursuing profit, as if cold machines deprived of conscious
They ascend undetected through the hierarchy in machiavellian fashion
Casting a string of ruined victims aside, and beguiled fools blind to the
deception
Our history is littered with examples of psychopathic dictators
Orchestrating a rise to power through bloodshed and obvious manipulation
Then commanding unthinkable atrocities on a harrowing scale
Their acts driven by latent personality disorders and sexual deviance
The masses acquiesce in an agentic state, seduced by despotic authority
Habitually following orders like different abuses