Suffocation - Ornaments Of Decrepancy - Текст песни

Murderous thoughts determined to push me to a permanent state of =

Insanity. An insanity concealed but very much present, waiting to be =

Released upon all. Those who deserve, and those innocently taken are =

Now victims of a disease with no prejudice. No one is protected from =

The mind of a madman determined to bring upon harm. Death is more =

Sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for =

Stupidity. No one can determin when their life will be taken, so why =

Live your last days weak and feeble. I know to kill once will lead =

To killing again, to find which form of death is more pleasurable. I =

Often thought of mummifying the victims to create a new trend of =

Serial killing. The thought of bodies hangin, stripped of their =

Internal organs for longer preservation, left in the woods for =

Unsuspecting wanderers to reveal. I have not yet decided if the =

Heads should be trophies or sold for use in occult rituals. If =

There's money in it, you can count me in. I often thought of =

Dismemberment. How many limbs can be severed before death? Using =

Different body parts from different victims to create one demented =

Masterpiece. I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting =

Victim, making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism isn't far =

From any of our minds. Animals eat animals, man can eat man. Why do =

I think this way? It's only getting worse.