Human(Plague)

The wound is spread open wide  
So we can fuck the rotted emotion inside  
They slit our throats, dripping, fluid, vermilion  
Licking up poignant viruses that infect ego splices  
   
Eating God's flesh while they rot in the catacombs  
Consuming razor blades that conspire to inflict genocide  
They're dead motherfuckers looking to invade our minds  
The "immaculate" plead insanity 
   
Self-conscious fucks, we feel inferior  
We whip the infedels so we feel superior  
Infidels spurned by the propaganda of the masses  
The masses with their fucking heads up their asses  
   
We dissect corpses and we fucking enjoy it  
Scalpel incisions in the abdomen hide our guilt  
Surgical steel hisses at the sight of our depressed faces  
Because it knows that its easy to slice through our morals  
   
Fuck it, if there's pain, we'll be there  
Vicariously living out the despair of our heirs  
The glory of the blade shines through the night  
And the earth is aflame with a new kind of blight