Dead Milwaukee

Verse 1
Hindsight slouched like his stature
Targets is the only way that he reaches rapture
Visibly disgruntled and nervous on the surface
To make a stand for his statement and purpose (purpose)
Revive the impulses and watch em come alive
So when the night cries the angels arise
Wingspan capable of his waking distance
Bipolar with mental history that’s endless
Payment stalking earning his greatest achievements
Blistering cold through the city seeking grievance
Just another newscast nobody can grasp
Incompetence with a twist, he sits and laughs
Far fetched reasons throughout another causality
When insanity is not being able to connect reality

Chorus
Dead Milwaukee rise
Reminiscent to early 90’s cries
Dead Milwaukee rise
Hatred and demise is what fill his eyes
Dead Milwaukee rise
Mentally warped but stability is a disguise
Dead Milwaukee rise
Genocide gallops upon my homicidal rage
Morbid dream invades, lets engage

Verse 2
Bloody Mary’s begin the history of it all
Television put a face on the mystery of the cause
Tabloids, exposure, souvenirs bring closure
Blackout the opened wounds … Its over
Intricate premeditated spontaneous urge
Demoralize the please with no chance to purge
No hostile intentions it could happen to you
If you turn your back on the world it will turn it back on you
Face the music, face the music, face the music
We’re all ticking time bombs with a short wick
Society’s so versatile its impossible to find a niche
Super stardom only 3 away … So easily
All points bulletin hidden in a mask of normality
Sexual sadistic, bow ties and all
213esque, seeping through the walls
It comes with the territory Ill see you all at Disney World
I have no desire to reform myself … This is hell
Thank you Robert Ressler for defining my work
Pentagrams on palms, upside down crosses between the t-shirts

Chorus
Dead Milwaukee rise
Reminiscent to early 90’s cries
Dead Milwaukee rise
Hatred and demise is what fill his eyes
Dead Milwaukee rise
Mentally warped but stability is a disguise
Dead Milwaukee rise
Genocide gallops upon my homicidal rage
Morbid dream invades, lets engage

Verse 3
In ramped cult like fashion
He carves an “X’ in his head out of passion
You maggots make me sick and I will be avenged
In a second coming of Lucifer slaying Christians
With a drill bit flirting with the inside of his skull
He claims his flip on God, its a summer of a madman
They look into the stars for a form of guidance
But an executioners outfit coincides with police sirens

Chorus
Dead Milwaukee rise
Reminiscent to early 90’s cries
Dead Milwaukee rise
Hatred and demise is what fill his eyes
Dead Milwaukee rise
Mentally warped but stability is a disguise
Dead Milwaukee rise
Genocide gallops upon my homicidal rage
Morbid dream invades, lets engage

Dead Milwaukee

Esum

Joined April 2008

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Artist's Description

This is the 2nd part of “Dead Man Walking” which is about a homeless guy who is on the verge of a breakdown. This is where he finally snaps. This song exploits my sheer interest in serial killers. How any average human has one fascination that consumes their whole being until the urge is fulfilled. I have done much research on serial killers and there is A LOT hidden material in this writing.

IE: “He claims his flip on God, its a summer of a madman”

David Berkowitz aka The Summer of Sam started killing people because he claimed his neighbors black Lab (Dog) told him to. Therefore flip God/Dog.
There is actually direct quotes from numerous serial killers in this as well so either do your research or contact me for more insight

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