Anyone wanna be genuinely creeped the way fuck out by the most evil song ever made? This is something that I myself put together, but after googling it in an awkward state of mind, others figured out before me and I hope they did it by themselves without reading about it first.
WARNING
Begin by listening to this fantastic Slayer song named 213. Can't they fucking count? S'up wit dat? Well:
Read the song's lyrics after listening to it, nice and slow before clicking and watching/listening to Dahmer's interview:
213's lyrics
Driving compulsion morbid thoughts come to mind
Sexual release buried deep inside
Complete control of a prized possession
To touch and fondle with no objection
Lonely souls an emptiness fulfilled
Physical pleasures an addictive thrill
An object of perverted reality
An obsession beyond your wildest dreams
The Death loves final embrace
Your cool tenderness
Memories keep love alive
Memories will never die
The excitement of dissection is sweet
My skin crawls with orgasmic speed
A lifeless object for my subjection
An obsession beyond your imagination
Primitive instinct a passion for flesh
Primal feeding on the multitudes of death
Sadistic acts a love so true
Absorbingly masticating a part of you
Death loves final embrace
Your cool tenderness
Memories keep love alive
Memories will never die
I need a friend
Please be my companion
I don't want to be
Alone with my sanity
Erotic sensations tingle my spine
A dead body lying next to mine
Smooth blue black lips
I start salivating as we kiss
Mine forever this sweet death
I cannot forget all your breaths
Panting excitedly with my hands around
Your neck
Shades are drawn
No one out can see
What I've done
What's become of me
Her I stand
Above all that's been true
How I love
How I love to kill you
Gosh, that sounds pretty sick, instead of Slayer's usual Satanic songs. Well, those lyrics have been actual quotes and manipulation of others to make that song. Here it is:
SSS
- 213
Nightfall comes around again,
Pull the shades down, coldness my only friend.
213 - The number on the door,
Come inside if you'd like to know some more.
Dance with the dead at night,
The smell of death is here, I'd like to take a bite.
Waiting for you, with my hard and frozen hearts,
I see your eyes, your lips, and other body parts.
Here it comes again. The urge to dance with you,
The urge to bind your wrists, and make my dreams come true.
You escape but the man just brings you back.
They work for me, the white light in the black.
Just like gein, they call me cannibal and friend
They come to find me, and take away my dream.
Take away the pieces, survey the scene.
They're knocking gently on the door of 213.