Flay me, shroud my body in Saran wrap, for others to see what you mean to me: a relief map of live suffering, writhing organs in a plastic bag, a human soup to drag behind you, sensitive to everything you do, overflowing with formless worship, pink, raw and dreaming of a vicious kinship: Open yourself and slip my parts in, we can exist, two hideous beasts within a single beautiful skin.
the singer should have warned us about his out of tune song it was so undeserving of our live ears the melody was unpleasant and the tune horrific how could there be devotees to such bad talent it just shows you that some ears are deaf...
You behold a beast that lives inside your darkened mind, You hold a creature that preys at darkest nights. You go to sleep in sight but to sleep you shall never go, Your raging spirit aches to swallow souls. You are a killer.
The life you live, shaken, tremulously. Demented souls you devour meticulously. The blood you sip from the skulls relentlessly. Sins of joy, sins of joy. You are a killer.
The poor children cry, the poor children cry. You never hear but yet you listen. You swallow swords; you swallow blades as the sun it shines. You utter words of encouragement and hide your face from the light. You are a killer.
You act as brave as the knights of Templar, And slice your blade in a stranger. You shape a world of delightfulness and stump on it. You are a killer, you are a killer.