Cryptopsy - Born Headless Lyrics
You're not emoting:one of us will have to dig deeper;These are my cheek nails:Penetration, though unclean,can make you bleedin so many interesting ways;I rend your flesh and caress your fearsas you weepHuman tragedy...Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolicLet this dirt define your graveMidmortemtorment,ornament of dandling flesh;Why do you vomit?You should have seen the last one I did:I chewed it to a paste and spit it outwhen I was done, yet the gummy tasteof anus still smothers my tongueGirth control, to me, is considered an art;Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart;my maleficence is as deep aas it can get:I derive enjoyment from cruel tortureand messy deathI tear your legs from their socketsto ease my pilfering of your pocketsBetter for you if you'd been born headlessBlame your mother you weren't born headlessNow that it's over, you'll be remembered,but not missed, swathed in cerementsto keep in the precious coldI turn and pass away in violence an gunfire;the earth soaks up my brain...I see myself as I've beenI see myself
