Octagon

Get up And get your grandma outta here Pick up Old Jim is workin' hard this year And baby Do the things he says to do Baby, if you're feeling good And baby if you're feeling nice You know your man is...

Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Chimneys spew death day and night. Chemicals with every bite. Layer of mist in...

Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening in this damned rotten land. The pressure your damned...

War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe. Always declared by the high and fought out by the low. Elevated to the state of honourable feud. Fought to capitulation or death. Either him or you....

Grey They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have to say and that we're free to wear it all in every fucking way. It's up to fucking you to fulfill your damned fucking life with ease and...

I'm but a shell, a frame of a man, I'm but a glimpse of Whom I used to be, I'm no more life and lust I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own spleen I'm sick as hell, I am in desperate need of...

Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged Still pain is all you feel A piece of meat that hardly breathes Still much a human being Forcing his way into your ass John Wayne Gacy is near Flesh will rip...

I want to kill you and share with you my pain. And if it thrills you I'll gladly kill again. I want to maim you. Your throat a bleeding well. And before your damned body's cold you're already in hell....

Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations made. The axe gets a final trim. Shadowed...