OurFinestCoward wrote:
Yeah, when he called his knife "Tuesday," I had an ORGASM. Lord Wurm's lyrics are BEAUTIFUL. And they make sense to the max. Sometimes he makes a short story.
Like the end of Phobophile, where his lust for killing puts "him" (maybe her?) in the hands of the authorities.
They've "caught" me, as they call it;
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
Nevermore!
Tests to gauge my rationale,
The likes of which these feeble minds have
Never seen.
Basically, he's caught by police, because his teeth marks and semen (cannibalism/sodomy) link his many brutal murders, which he considers an art. They try to interrogate him, but run in circles, similar to how one would trying to rationalize with Hannibal Lectar.
Rorschach blotters,
My responses to which inspire fear...
From my lizard side,
The amoral alien speaks;
"These aren't butterflies,
I see a face I'd like to burn."
In psychatric evaluations, he scares the shit out of the people researching him.
Just read the lyrics, and take from them what you can. He's a fucking genius.
I can never be bothered with reading into lyrics so much.