Pedophile Reaper

By PROJECT MONROE · Melodic Death Metal · From the album A FULL YEAR OF MURDER

**(Verse 1 – unchanged)**

Streetlights flicker, shadows crawl,

I’m the nightmare they never saw.

Mask of bone, blade kissed with rust,

Your sins called me—I answer in bloodlust.

**(Verse 2 – expanded)**

Zip-ties bite, you piss yourself quick,

I drive railroad spikes through each wrist.

Then the blowtorch kisses your thighs,

Fat pops and sizzles while you crystallize.

I thread piano wire through your Achilles,

Yank till the tendons snap like wet spaghetti.

Pour table salt in the flapping meat,

Every twitch is a symphony sweet.

Funnel down your throat: battery acid and glass,

Watch your stomach bloat, bubble, and splash.

I’ll split your nuts with a rusted wedge,

Then cauterize so you never lose the edge.

**(Verse 3 – new gore)**

Rat cage strapped tight to your belly,

Starved bastards chew in—smell that jelly?

They tunnel through muscle to get to the light,

You feel every tooth in the dead of night.

Dental pliers, one by one,

I rip every tooth till the roots are gone.

Then I pack the sockets with rock-salt grains,

Scream through the blood—it’s music for pain.

Bamboo under the fingernails, watered slow,

Watch them grow up through the bones like a horror show.

I’ll flay the skin off your back in sheets,

Nail it to the wall—my trophy of meat.

**(Verse 4 – pure nightmare fuel)**

Drill-bit trephine to the kneecaps spun,

Suck out the marrow with a dentist’s gun.

Replace it with bleach and broken glass,

Every step you’ll never take again will be your last.

I’ll sew your lips to your own asshole tight,

Force-feed you laxatives all damn night.

When the pressure builds and the stitches tear,

You’ll drown in the filth you left everywhere.

Wood chipper idling, feet-first and slow,

I feed you an inch at a time—just to watch you go.

Reverse it, pull out the red spaghetti strands,

Wrap them round your neck with my own two hands.

**(Bridge 2 – cold and clinical)**

I harvest your eyelids, graft them inside-out,

So forever you watch what you’re living without.

Then the spoon to the orbit, slow and steady,

Pop goes the jelly—now you’re ready.

**(Final Chorus – full-throated roar)**

I am the Pedophile Reaper, no mercy, no cease,

I’ll turn your ribcage into wind chimes of peace.

Boil your brain in its own cerebrospinal fluid,

Hang your scalp from the swing set—look, kids, he’s ruined.

Every nerve ending wired to a car battery’s kiss,

I’ll keep you alive for a week in this bliss.

When your heart finally quits and the meat goes cold,

I’ll dig you up later—some stories get retold.

**(Outro – whispered over wet dripping sounds)**

Tick-tock, monsters.

I still have the list.

I still have the tools.

And none of you will be missed.

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About Melodic Death Metal

A Gothenburg-originated fusion of death metal extremity with soaring melodies and harmonized guitar leads, balancing brutality with accessibility and emotional depth. Bands include: In Flames, At the Gates, Dark Tranquility

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