squalor opera

i

i am the face of your torment

i

i am your sin personified

with picturesque decay i paint a world full of problems

insanity

i am the herald of your misery

with lewd demeanour my visions congregate

a sickening black hole of debauchery

construed to keep free thought at bay

a sickening hole

taking control

wallowing in a wasteland

a sordid cacophony

shrouded by a terror vision

indoctrinated abomination

the grandest farce

misanthropic global diversion

oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery

hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre

extermination policies for the weak and poor

we embrace our very end with the greatest amour

i

i am a vision of madness

i

i am the end complete

with a sickening display i portray all your problems

pure lunacy

a mirror of society

oh morbus operandi - invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery

hypocritical congregation - an obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre

extermination policies for the weak and poor

we embrace our very end with the greatest amour

gluttonous we keep devouring more

moth to a flame

brainless necrovores

epitome of the insane

we beg for more

enter the opera

gluttonous we keep devouring more

moth to a flame

brainless necrovores

epitome of the insane

we beg for more

enter the opera

gray matter rot

a voracious plot

no voice of reason

it pertains to treason

we adore a generation of idiots

damned and doomed we embrace it like fools

no thought or reason

fill our heads with feces

gray matter rot

a voracious plot

no thought or reason

fill our heads with feces