Deviation. Hate. Agression
Struggle for life
What's our mind like
What's hidden inside
Hidden recesses
The fold
They carry the grain of blood
Stuffed with world's carcass
We feed our worm
Which gnaws at our entrails
Abnormally we lap our victims blood
We gain new sensations which cause
cortex deformation
Deviation. Hate. Agression
Stench of rotten brain
It is our food. like ravenous woodworms
We penetrate our minds crust
To find the stench and rot.
So we relish the pain and ectasy of this deed.
How much pleasure sadism gicves us.
Masochism in its perverse wear
How much bliss is in our victims screams.
These deeds drives us to erection.
Deviation. Hate. Agression
Stench of evaporating bowels
We cannot resist this theater of grotesque and atrocity
Where main part play marquess and marchioness de sade!
Let's bow to the audience and tear their sweet throats
Let's sink our mouth in the steamy scarlet sea
Deviation...
We are all dead!
