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The Rise of a Broken Psyche- KoLyric (Modus Operandi EP)

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Published on Oct 19, 2010

*EVERYONE ATTEND*: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid... Diving into the psychological aspect of a serial killer's personality, KoLyric makes creative ends meet in this carefully-crafted new CD release. Six tracks all revolve around the concept of a serial killer's rise and fall. From the first track till the last one, it will take you through a musical journey in which you can illustrate your own mental image of the depictions that are portrayed. The lyrics are strictly mere fiction ...and were constructed for the purpose of creation. And for a nice Halloween treat :)

Synopsis of the cd revolves around the character that is presumed to be a serial killer. After being instilled with hate, and rage, as an outcome from his disgust for this world, he figures he'll put these disgusting people to justice by permanently wiping their existence from the Earth's surface. No exceptions. Everyone is equally worthless.


Lyrics (Follow them to follow the story)

verse 1
Possessed, by an evil mind set
Her legs, and a pretty nice dress
The hair, so soft and delicate
She dresses, so strong and elegent
The eroma, has me in a trance
She is such a, angel at first glance
A body, of perfected admiration
Nobody, could have what I have taken
The eyes, crystal blue, they sparkle
Inside, hurt ensues with heart, though
Alive, life couldn't be spared
My knife, stains with her fear
her cries, slayed within seconds
"its alright", I comfort the mess, then
she lies, unmobile and not movin'
first time, I took the life of a human

chorus
This is the rise of a psyche that's broken
Influenced by a moment of fighting emotion
The world is sick, isn't it? To live in fear of something
Or to prepare to get rid of the habitants from it

verse 2
His face, greasy from days
without shower, easy to take
his life, without strugglin' ways
his knife, used against his defensive stage
I slice, the tongue down the side deep
that should teach, him not to try and scream
Although, I should've known he was weak
I won't, take chances for this perverted geek
He falls, into his own puddle of organs
He calls, softly for help, I ignored him.
Afterall, he is missing his teeth and foreskin
In a ball, he curls up to escape torturin'
Chainsaw, on the shelf in the shed
delayed start, yet I still hover it next
by his neck, nothing but my only choice
in back of his spine, I dig deep with his fathers toy

chorus
This is the rise of a psyche that's broken
Influenced by a moment of fighting emotion
The world is sick, isn't it? To live in fear of something
Or to prepare to get rid of the habitants from it

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