The Somatic Defilement - Whitechapel

Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion

Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway

Up on my feet, vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts

Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead

Going by, my knowledge of popular, culture!

I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways

Wallowing in claret, I long for such salvation

For when I’m through, I shall wear your pride upon my lips

Songs of the dead, will eternally be chanted

Before sepulture, I must purloin the genitalia

I must find pleasure when you’re gone

An injection of sodium thiopental applied

Your eyes are getting heavy now, I smell your fear

Delusions and paranoia are setting in

Control in my hands, I now shall purge

With the saw I maim!

By the saw I live!

With the saw I maim!

By the saw I live!

Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk

As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina

The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation

The nausea is overwhelming, I stop to heave

Brought forth are my confessions to the dead

As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues

We all will spread disease

We’re all deceased

Carved in your face;

the sacrilegious rites

These words bring truth to what was foretold

Corpses and bile will reconcile

The rumors of this forensic plague

By these words I am one with the dead

And with this I’ve claimed the one which I’m wed

Until death do us part, we’ll rot hand in hand