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 will 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 creations

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 - Murderous salvation

Turmoil of the wicked - Murderous salvation