Necrodeath

Art form of the butchers, forgotten tales of death
Flashback of dementia, fearing myself
Poetic infliction, fix your body to the core
Skinned alive, as terror grows
[Chorus]
Smell decay of sorrow
Infinite to follow
Neurocranial terror
Celebrate my horror
Pseudoexophoria, irrational psycho reflex
Extreme desire, forgotten itself
Behind progression, breath my death through the air
Aroused by carcass, I found it there
[Chorus]
Hollow laughter, childhood cries
And when I turn, in rhyme with silence found my crimes
Wound in a coil - inborn to myself