Letras
Serpentine, slithering
A gruelling sight, so disturbing, disgusting
Perverse, self-absorbed
A gruelling night, so distraught
A maniacal thought
Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
Hopelessly subdued to perennial torment
We all engorge on vanity, fueled by lust and greed
The vapid world around me
For I am Dante
Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
I am the herald of misery, insanity
Enjoy your minute of fame
As your cranium caves
Enjoy your minute of fame
As your corpus bleeds
Nothing but waste and rot
Praise your selfie, praise the whore
With useless bullshit you are adorn
Praise your selfie, praise the whore
From guts and gore, you are torn
An epitome of debauchery, selfishness, and sordid idolatry
Back to the filth from which you were born
Praise your selfie, praise the whore
From useless bullshit you're torn
Where's your fucking saviour?
Laid out on my cadaverous banquet
For all I see
Hell is empty and the devils are here
Gorework, a whore d'oeuvre macabre
Gorework, a framework bizzare (a framework bizzare)
Gorework, a whore d'oeuvre macabre
Gorework, a framework bizzare
Once torn from the womb, all sanity collapses
Hopelessly subdued to perennial torment
Serpentine, slithering
A gruelling sight, so disturbing, disgusting
Perverse, self-absorbed
A gruelling night, so distraught
A maniacal thought
Hell is empty and all the devils are here