Whitechapel - The Somatic Defilement

Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway Up on my feet. Vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts Severing the ties I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead Going by my knowledge of popular culture I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways Wallowing in claret. I long for such salvation For when I’m through. I shall wear your pride upon my lips Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted Before sepulture. I must purloin the genitalia. I must find pleasure when you’re gone An injection of sodium thiopental applied. Your eyes are getting heavy now. I smell your fear Delusions and paranoia are setting in Control in my hands. I now shall purge. With the saw I maim. By the saw I live Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation The nausea is overwhelming. I stop to heave Brought forth are my confessions to the dead As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues We all will spread disease We’re all deceased Carved in your face. The sacrilegious rites These words bring truth to what was foretold Corpses and bile will reconcile The rumors of this forensic plague By these words I am one with the dead And with this I’ve claimed the one which I’m wed Until death do us part. We’ll rot hand in hand.