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Reveling
I watched Faces Of Death and called home, homesick
Tantalizing dreams of mutilating a body with an ice pick
Adding arsenic to my drink to make my shake real thick
Remembering escaping Satan's table took the ultimate trick
I had to die to enter a realm of disbelief
Only by enduring the pain can I feel relief
Daring to turn the knob and open the door
To sit at Satan's Table and sleep with his whore
You can bleach my bones and grind them into a powder
After stewing the flesh add semen for a chowder
Throw in the guts and brains for flavor too
Don't forget the feces that I left in my shoes
Pickle the eyes and place them on a shelf
So I can watch what happens with the rest of myself
How long I simmered is really hard to tell
But at the sounding of a bell I was served by a spawn from hell
I know this can't be a dream
The tearing of my flesh is ripping me at the seams
The grinding of my bones made my soul scream
Agony is the tool that gave existence a ream
Looking at the scene I can't remember what first appealed
The open wounds or watching the blood congeal
Watching flesh boil and blisters bust
Silence is kept as pus rust
My ears hear my mouth scream a sound
Coming from a dinner been drown
Will they serve me red or let the gravy brown
Will I be to short or make another round
While enduring the pain with my eyes spying
They're not devouring the flesh but only grinding
Intoxicated with the thought of the clock rewinding
Remembering I hid something to keep them from finding
Yes its my plan for my escape
My chance to save my soul from being raped
Challenged to show a world that shouldn't exist
I quickly agreed to take the risk
Knowing that I'm the cure for infectious love
Having walked in the prints of Beelzebub
In order to see my future giving the trigger a rub
Wondering if the doctor delivering ever wore gloves
I showed a girl just being born
Less than a minute old and her menstrual already on
I showed a baby boy crawling on his knees
Hiding behind a rubber shield to control disease
And when they compared me to the Messiah
I showed them water on fire
Add another soul to make the flames leap higher
The forces of evil will never tire
Tantalizing dreams of mutilating a body with an ice pick
Adding arsenic to my drink to make my shake real thick
Remembering escaping Satan's table took the ultimate trick
I had to die to enter a realm of disbelief
Only by enduring the pain can I feel relief
Daring to turn the knob and open the door
To sit at Satan's Table and sleep with his whore
You can bleach my bones and grind them into a powder
After stewing the flesh add semen for a chowder
Throw in the guts and brains for flavor too
Don't forget the feces that I left in my shoes
Pickle the eyes and place them on a shelf
So I can watch what happens with the rest of myself
How long I simmered is really hard to tell
But at the sounding of a bell I was served by a spawn from hell
I know this can't be a dream
The tearing of my flesh is ripping me at the seams
The grinding of my bones made my soul scream
Agony is the tool that gave existence a ream
Looking at the scene I can't remember what first appealed
The open wounds or watching the blood congeal
Watching flesh boil and blisters bust
Silence is kept as pus rust
My ears hear my mouth scream a sound
Coming from a dinner been drown
Will they serve me red or let the gravy brown
Will I be to short or make another round
While enduring the pain with my eyes spying
They're not devouring the flesh but only grinding
Intoxicated with the thought of the clock rewinding
Remembering I hid something to keep them from finding
Yes its my plan for my escape
My chance to save my soul from being raped
Challenged to show a world that shouldn't exist
I quickly agreed to take the risk
Knowing that I'm the cure for infectious love
Having walked in the prints of Beelzebub
In order to see my future giving the trigger a rub
Wondering if the doctor delivering ever wore gloves
I showed a girl just being born
Less than a minute old and her menstrual already on
I showed a baby boy crawling on his knees
Hiding behind a rubber shield to control disease
And when they compared me to the Messiah
I showed them water on fire
Add another soul to make the flames leap higher
The forces of evil will never tire
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