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
Inoculating my body with morticians liquid To achieve an unearthly undead high Addicted to embalming fluid I raid a funeral parlor workshop The substance
His saintly robes removed Pushed face down upon the floor Legs kicked apart, hare-ass in the air A fistful of hair yanks his head back He supposedly pardons
An incestuous relationship between mother and son As last rites were read I had tell such a void A loving mother, my life-giver and lover She went away
Such suffering and sickness From a moment of ecstasy As your skeletal and noxious body ceases to live With this ever growing infection Death claims you
Ovum begins to split But it doesn't separate Now during fetation Unique transformation Two people welded together Two identical people are born as one
Our very features and physicalities mocked up for reproduction The human race replaced There may be a solution, it's our one glimmer of hope True patriots
She cannot explain her metamorphosis Her human condition is almost devitalized Refusing to eat, strong will to last Anorexia forces her body To react
I am God I made your mortal soul Delusions, disillusioned No hallucinations here. I am your God See me bleeding from my eyes I am the light, the hope
His saintly robes removed Pushed face down upon the floor Legs kicked apart, hare-ass in the air A fistful of hair yanks his head back He supposedly
walls I am God I made your mortal soul Delusions, disillusioned No hallucinations here. I am your God See me bleeding from my eyes I am the light, the hope
Her embalmed vulva oozes, drains and leaks Constant cleansing doesn't kill the smell I cannot escape the feminine foulness With crazed desperation I set my genitals aflame Hoping
I Our very features and physicalities mocked up for reproduction The human race replaced There may be a solution, it's our one glimmer of hope True patriots
