You have no interest in the past Where you came from Where you're going to There's a cliche in your eye File the edges down Soon be underground There
skyscrapers - are crumbling - mountains move in my path the streets lights - are twisting - pulling me to the earth My veins are anchored in this city
Now the funeral grounds are at last awash With the blackness of this frigid autumn night I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow This
Born into a life of suffering Scientific prodding now beings Vestigial extremities a twisted mass of skin It looks a monster but they swear it's human
Wolves beset this fallen church of blasphemy Orgies in blood shall deflorate its purity Defecate on the liars book of sick belief No one shall be saved
Dear diary, tonight will be our last My hands are itching for razors My angel, this knife shall carve thee wings Consumed by sickness, I ache to see your
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Bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime In shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time The stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift
We of blood frozen, so thick it cannot thaw Joints lubricated by sweet alcohol Liver dissolving, eyelids but heavy sheets Ignorant bliss and the bloodshot
In that very moment which life doth fade away Ejected from my human shell exempt from time or space Floating absorbing omniscient in display A grandiose
Devastate, leave them weeping in your wake A family's broken dreams, with glove in hand I separate Mutilate them, carve them up, bring them to their knees
Wisdom infinite, held tightly in my grasp My sword one thousand battles strong Ageless I remain, beyond the reach of death Indebted by my soul I have
Removal of the eyes gives my heart a saddened chill I preserve them in formaldehyde to gaze upon at will How their greenish flecks befell me that starlit
Traitor, how you've betrayed our blood Broken the bond that had set us apart From this world so unforgiving Can it be true that I once walked through
Jaws dripping with disease Fingers for use of weaponry Mind spins in fervor of murder's design Unleashing our buried primal desires Return to instincts
The brightest full moon light entrances me it calls me forth Yet I have not the strength to move in stasis, I rot away and dream Dream of forgotten years
We are the blackness of the night cold wind that cuts your flesh We are the enemy praying for your certain death We are what was, will be forevermore
Down, start digging down your throat Another string of lies is born You must exemplify perfection Bronzing a broken life of shit You filthy liar Septic
