Whitechapel - Somatically Incorrect

There are no bonds between a mastermind of Armageddon And the ones who vomit forth their fabrication Of a life that is blinded by lies Funny how it all works out This is my chance to control You're lying on the shards talking to yourself Your innards exposed Laughing uncontrollably, crushing your anatomy Delusional psychosis has its grip on me I just cant fucking wait I have the upper hand to do whatever I please I'm in love with the fact that you're looking at me While you take your last gasp of air Crawl back into your comforting hole Keep promising yourself that salvation will come I really don't think you know the life that you could have Just keep thinking everything will be all right Keep thinking you can hide from destiny I'll keep haunting every move you make Let me inside your mind I prefer you to defend yourself Schizophrenia interrupts the scene of attention Let's see how long this will last It's normal to dismember, it's normal to contain no regrets For what i have caused and the dramatic effect My vision's spinning my nose is bleeding Everything is slowly distorting This is somatically incorrect Through hell you will walk to even get the slightest moment of peace You haven't even gotten anything close to what you deserve It's set in stone and putrefaction will be my oxygen Recite your pledge to death and don't forget to die Choke on the false hope