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, my creations

This sordid abattoir

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, 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, my crafty finesse

Admire the display of this rotting mess

Hatred everlasting

Murder salvation

Turmoil of the wicked

Murder salvation