feeding the broken words of hope in vain no comfort can be found in the embrace of insincerity we hold on by a thread of hope but that thread is nothing
You know where I'm coming from When I say what I say It's not about last night It's more about the things to come To lose you to spring breaks That you
There are things that happen To certain people when they're finally dead Many never end up resting in their deserved casket bed Cadavers in the wrong
Bag of body parts Floating in a lagoon a putrid revolting sack, Water helps preserve flesh facial features intact, Limbs sliced sawed broken and bodly
see heaven or hell, Death has given a cursed touch, A cold casket you externally clutch Claustrophobic Agnostic Dead! Externally, trying to break but there's no hope
Most think when death comes, That spirits are judged, These cheap beliefs can bum in hell, Hopeless truth dying time comith, Spirits become my prey, Satisfying
Blurring the line between abortion and infanticide D & X. the most impious form of terminating tots Dilation and evacuation, such a problem for the
The gods made me it's said Forged from the tears they shed The last chapter of a prophecy, I am a global catastrophie Sent from a divine origin to cleanse
Rotting fetus - Blackened uterus - Look close and see, This world's impurity, our fault Pollutions here, sky blackened no longer clear, Atmosphere becoming
Sick hunger, I desire human waste, Urine and feces meet my taste. Excrement, the smell makes one choke, When put upon my plate my fork shall poke. What
Contined to a lightless cell, locked in solitaire Denied food and water, a cruel form of punishment Expecting me to die, I am never to be fed In thirty
As I pet and fondle animals, I get arosed sexually Feeling with the deepest desires to indulge in bestiality Whether it was dogs, cattle, sheep or horse
Serrated penis cuts through the anus, Sandpaper tongue tickles intestines, Cravings for blood, fetish for feces, Canines inserted, gurgling semen Suckling
A universal movement begat from the dark side of music Creating images of evil, horror and worlds of death A genre for the true who strain against conformity
Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining upon the flesh to the living or deceased. I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs, prepared or raw to become
of form For flames I would give my soul To be free of this frozen doom It is my only concern, my wish, my hope The deadly cold encloses and shrouds
There are no boundaries to how far I will go, Caught in the clutch of a raging libido, Tongue subjected to cunnilingus, Around the rim, accidental anilingus
Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts I steal Using the meat and flesh, to consist of my meal, Often necrophilia invades my deranged twisted head, Spending
