Born Into Great Prosperity A Bastard Child With Lustful Enmity Cast A Shadow Upon Its Feet Deluded Into Everything It Doesnt Need The Aging Process Takes
Why not trample the vermin crawling beneath your feet ? Why not drown the parasitic rats which you lead ? They leech on your back, squander the air you
A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff Rusted
Apathy raised upon childhood, Social skills erased Automaticly blocking of any contact, Eomtions numbed The anger grows within me... Im a walking human
Reflected on the iris, A tale each stiff reveals Numbing - depresonalisation Surgical doctrines transmute to malevolance A morbid fascination, medical
Malodorous Scent Of Decay Reeking My Path To The Storageshed Urges Deep Inside The Cortex Raging Through The Cervix Cranial Decay... As I Grab The Saw
Again I penetrate the graveyard soil my necrotic needs are reborn thrashing my way into the infested I catch a glimpse of the dead Choosing my fuckhole
Exhume The Dead To Take Part In My Collection A Gallery Of Gore Reflecting Recollections Dried Corpse-Mache I Thrive On Decay Im A Malpractitioner Invoked
Enter The Archaic Abattoir... Exiled To A Pernicious Wasteland My Gray Matter A Thirst Compelled To Restore My Deathcamp Love For Surgery In Me A Man
Stain-less steel doors burst open A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench ...By the stench... Horrified nurses
Bobs Bizarre Bazaar Of Murder Every Part Of My Mind Set To Procreate Torture A Trail Of Mayhem Is The Path I Walk Im A Birthmarked Psychopath With Pandoras
Rancour Fed... Oligophrenic Lunacy Roams My Mind Impaling Reason Misanthropy To Matrimonial Extent Her Blood Sweats Fever Filth To Be Ripped From The
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte] Stain-less steel doors burst open A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver Abbreviated salutations muted by
Exhume The Dead To Take Part In My Collection A Gallery Of Gore Reflecting Recollections Dried Corpse-Mache I Thrive On Decay I'm A Malpractitioner Invoked
[Music: Thijs, Aborted; Lyrics: Sven] Again I penetrate the graveyard soil my necrotic needs are reborn thrashing my way into the infested I catch a
Bob's Bizarre Bazaar Of Murder Every Part Of My Mind Set To Procreate Torture A Trail Of Mayhem Is The Path I Walk I'm A Birthmarked Psychopath With
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