Lyrics Squalor Opera - Aborted

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
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
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