Squalor Opera

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