// Dysphoric Torment
This is how you devour me before the eyes are blind
This is how you remind me scars on my arms
How would you feel to eviscerate entrails?
No mercy this fetus is sucked the guts out.
It becomes the rotten dead. There is no mercy for the entombment
Humanity decays the nous, so would you want to join this massacre?
Embalm this flesh before dissection
It becomes the rotten dead. There is no mercy for the entombment
It becomes the rotten dead. There is no mercy for the entombment
And so this is how we like to do
All is dead
so deep inside you're cold and blue. buried in the isolated insubstanitality
with imcomprehesive destiny. you shall arise
so far far away from your ideal.
this life won't be fullfilled with hope.
my violent frenzy made you so sick
stab into your tender skin gently and taste your own fresh rasberry
all the cellule realize this constant torment.
I fear you dear
your fucking desire would be perfect for my love.
This is how you devour me before the eyes are blind
This is how you remind me scars on my arms
