Extraordinary Murders

Frantic Franck, gone for days

No more control chasing the pain

Pissed again the human kind

Fabricates violence in his mind

Your pathetic nocturnal life

No more panic you only lie

Your psychosis mesmerizes

Your inner-selves are always right

No one fucking dies

Urges in explosion, unexpected places

No one fucking dies

Laughter the morning after that I ripped his chest

No one ever dies

Once I ate his lungs off mouth covered in blood sauce

No one fucking dies

Hectic Franck loses it again

Frantic furry don't play no game

Once I've killed him I can't starve

On that chopped head I'll carve a smile

Your pathetic nocturnal lies

Not one killing you're in denial

You psychotic lame ass child

Go get yourself institutionalized

About three o'clock this morning the people living in Rue Morgue were disturbed by

terrible cries which came from the 4th floor flat of miss Jacob and her dog. After

breaking open the street door, which was locked, eight or ten neighbours entered,

with two policemen. By the time the cries had stopped. As the party rushed up the

stairs, two or more rough voices were heard, arguing angrily. The sounds seemed to

come from the upper part of the house. As the third floor was reached, these sounds

also stopped, and every-thing was quiet. The party hurried from room to room. They

had to force the door of a large backroom, which was locked with the key inside. A

terrible sight met their eyes when they entered this room... He had committed an

extraordinary murder, extraordinary murder, extraordinary murder, extraordinary

murder.