Mind Numbing
By: Sceltic
Instrumentals Produced By: Ray Topal

Chorus:
“Murder is fucked up; I can feel the sting.
It makes crazy people to do stupid things.
Killin’ any and all who may cross their path.
Destroyin’ lives so they can feel the cash.
Whether it’s financially or spiritually some never confess.
It’s mind numbing what these mother fuckin’ assholes suppress.”

Verse 1:
“It’s wrong to kill, ain’t that one of the commandments?
Our demand from God to always meet his command?
We were taught from young ages to never make that stand.
The only strand of sanity is to expose the soul.

Guilt has got to take a toll; some never find this goal.
It frightens me; how enlightening these people are feeling.
To play the roll of death; innocent lives, they are stealing.
I can’t see what dealings came from these heinous acts.

Was there a pact that kept these idiots on track?
What did they prove? That they have no sack?
Cuz a truly honest person would never go and attack.
They wouldn’t snap at anyone or take their sanctuary.

Now there they are posted all over the obituaries.
It’s a bitch how they make life a visionary.
Attempting to lust for blood; pop their first cherry.
Just hearing about this fucks with my mind.

I can’t even think straight for weeks at a time.
The crime that they committed will never slide.
My soul’s torn now at the decline of human kind.”

Chorus:
“Murder is fucked up; I can feel the sting.
It makes crazy people to do stupid things.
Killin’ any and all who may cross their path.
Destroyin’ lives so they can feel the cash.
Whether it’s financially or spiritually some never confess.
It’s mind numbing what these mother fuckin’ assholes suppress.”

Verse 2:
“Killing stems way back to the older days,
Some even killed when America was first raised.
It’s beyond ridiculous how the crazed always filleted.
Destroying and slaughtering all who caused them shame.

They then put the blame on some other name.
Making the world believe they ought to claim.
That they must make a rise and fess up their crime.
If they won’t chime then execute them in their prime.

Death is a mysterious force.
It makes people endorse in slittin’ throats without remorse.
They laugh as the crimson liquid does course;
As it runs over their hands right from the source.

What’s wrong with their heads? Why do they seek the death?
Is it because they’re hooked on meth?
Or do they ride on the high of the ultimate theft?
Stealin’ lives is all that they’ve dreamt.


The unkempt, thoughts seem fragile at best.
They refuse to even get the weight off their chest.
They only want to be a guest in societies eyes.
Because we speak about them; their names never die.”





Chorus:
“Murder is fucked up; I can feel the sting.
It makes crazy people to do stupid things.
Killin’ any and all who may cross their path.
Destroyin’ lives so they can feel the cash.
Whether it’s financially or spiritually some never confess.
It’s mind numbing what these mother fuckin’ assholes suppress.”






Verse 3:
“Capitol punishment is here for a reason.
It brings all criminally seasoned people, who’s treason was
The espionage of physical breathin’.

For their enemies were merely innocent souls.
Their lives were cut short; making us all tremble.
We shed our tears and feel the heat.

Of anger flooding our minds of grief.
In turn we focus all our attention,
Towards putting the dick holes in permanent detention.
We want to suspend them of all and any rights.
So they can feel a shard of what they felt those nights.
When they fell to the ground, it was you who was found.
Withdrawing your blade from their necks.

You made the call to end them in a blink.
It was you who guided them down and endless sink.
Swirlin’ and spinnin’ around until the light was found.
I only hope their souls are safe and sound.

As for you; I do not pass judgment.
For that is up to the man upstairs; it’s his government.
I only wish you feel remorse for your bloody intercourse.
A divorce from living is your fate, you whore.

Death is no laughing subject, especially when you are the suspect.
It’s up to law to force open your jaw.
As you pay your dues; your throat’s in a maw.”

Chorus:
“Murder is a fucked up thing; I can feel the sting.
It makes crazy people to do stupid things.
Killin’ any and all who may cross their path.
Destroyin’ lives so they can feel the cash.
Whether it’s financially or spiritually some never confess.
It’s mind numbing what these mother fuckin’ assholes suppress.”