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- - - CARNAL HOUSE DEATHMAGEDDON - - -

I paint the walls crimson with arterial spray
Elbow deep inside intestinal ropey grey
If I plunge far enough can I find your soul?
Intimacy found in a freshly carved maggot hole

The very nature of your being
Is to bring pleasure with your screams
Know that I can't do this without you
Just like you can't live without me

Revised and televised
On display in decay
We feast like carrion
In this carnal house
Deathmageddon

The meat hooks in the basement swing with intent
A microphone set to record whimpered laments
The soundtrack of lullabies of life denied
Quivering flesh beneath my hand, redefined

May I wear your flesh upon my face?
A monolith built from torment
Know that I can't do this without you
I carve away until meat is rent

Revised and televised
On display in decay
We feast like carrion
In this carnal house
Deathmageddon

Oh, I love you
A beautiful rose
Delicate and moist
Craving my touch
You hold no secrets
Oh, I love you
You left way too soon
Used, abused, just like meat
Carved, perfection
Looking through dying eyes

Revised and televised
On display in decay
We feast like carrion
In this carnal house
Deathmageddon

(c) 2016 Frank Green