paroles de chanson Phobophile - Cryptopsy

In the kitchen with a screaming triple amputee
Its completion depends solely on my needs
Said amputee's stumps are my way of saying
"Thank you, just for being you"
Its fear tastes better than its limbs

Terror of morality
I draw from the slowly dying damned
Monsters live behind my eyes
I let them out and people die

And all the grave worms
That come for their piece of meat
I give them dead things
The wretched living are mine alone

Fright mounts with the body count
To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
In all of God's creation
Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

I mark my territory with their blood and excritement
And adipocere, I can find my way in the dark
My fulfilment is habitually necromanic and anal abusive
Seen through the eyes of a mortician

They've caught me, as they call it
My teeth and my semen have betrayed me
Nevermore tests to gauge my rationale
The likes of which these feeble minds have never seen

Rorschach blotters
My responses to which inspire fear
From my lizard side, the amoral alien speaks
"These aren't butterflies, I see a face I'd like to burn"

Obfuscation of the authorities with lies
And my natural ability to charm and be me or whoever they want
I've known all minds by divine right