An Enumeration Of Cadavers

I can't control my animosity
Undeniable misanthropy
This unstoppable rage inside of me.

Once torn from the womb
My tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer
I wil bring your existence to an end.

Hatred everlasting
Murder is salvation
Turmoil of the wicked
Murder is salvation.

I can't control my virtuosity
It comes easy to me
This unstoppable hatred within me.

Once torn from the womb
My tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer
I'm bringing your end.

Morbid human collage, a true display of art
Craving everlasting. To suture the dead
With grisly precision I model my creations
This sordid abattoir, a catwalk of cadavers
Craving everlasting, a true display of art.

As I model my morbid creating
I see the beauty of murder
"you are nothing to me, an enumeration of cadavers
a lampshade at most, a cup to fill my dose
I can't wait for you to decompose".

Woe become of you if you will
Stand in my way of debauchery
As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse
Admire the display of this rotting mess.

I can't control my animosity
Undeniable misanthropy
This unstoppable rage inside of me.

Once torn from the womb
My tribulation commenced
With the swing of the hammer
I will bring your existence to an end.

Woe become of you if you will
Stand in my way of debauchery
As you stand perplex, at my crafty finesse
Admire the display of this rotting mess.

Hatred everlasting
Murder is salvation
Turmoil of the wicked
Murder is salvation.