Chrome Veins

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DUMBs. Cages. Needles.

They scream in the dark…

but you keep feasting.

Now you hear them.

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Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain

You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins

You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum

You feed off the fear while the children stay numb

Demons on coke, with chains in the cell

You rape little souls – then preach about hell

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They drag the young into bunkers of steel

Under Disney, Berlin or Nepal’s black seal

DUMBs with bars – no light, no name

Only burned-out bones and unending pain

They hang 'em up – legs spread wide

Peel off the skin like some darkened rite

A scream becomes product, a nerve turns to wine

An elixir drawn from the devil’s spine

You sniff it like dope, like it's heaven’s delight

But it's terror distilled, not serum or light

You beasts, you ghouls – you bite them in halves

Then wash it down with wine from silver-carved crafts

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Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain

You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins

You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum

You feed off the fear while the children stay numb

Demons on coke, with chains in the cell

You rape little souls – then preach about hell

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You butcher their flesh, then grill it with pride

McDonald’s delight with a fetus inside

“Special taste” – that’s what the flyer screams

But that meat once dreamed – now it fuels dark schemes

Hollywood creeps, ministers bleed

Tongues in a circle, they feast on the seed

Satanic masquerade, soaked in lust

Children are candles – then ashes and dust

The Vatican’s silent, intelligence blind

Judges hold photos but leave truth behind

You live in mansions built on skull thrones

But storms are rising from shattered bones

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Adrenochrome – your drug made of pain

You torture the kids, obsessed with the veins

You suits full of filth, you bipedal scum

You feed off the fear while the children stay numb

Demons on coke, with chains in the cell

You rape little souls – then preach about hell

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Clinton with a chalice, robes in the grove

Owl gods watch while the children implode

Skulls & Bones, they toast to the screams

MK’d minds and Lucifer’s dreams

Blood on the altar, masks on the face

They dance ‘round fire in a serpentine pace

The eye sees all – from dollar to drone

While kids go missing, the pedo-code’s known

They brand with sigils, hide pain in shows

Your Netflix feeds what their black heart sows

This ain’t no tale, it’s the curtain behind

And I spit these bars so the blind can find

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For every child you made to bleed,

a storm will come to erase your breed.

You are not hidden.

You are marked.