Fleshless

im to Die

Bleeding mouth and soul
Caused that I've lost my Faith
With the painful memories
on my way of life and hate

As ever! Forever - without aims
Possessed by own stupidity
Blind, simple, boring...
Tortured by perverted mind
(2x)

Lifetime Mayhem
Eye for an Eye
Lifetime Mayhem
Let him to Die

Revenge is coming
Blood all around and lot of pain
Energy in circle coming back
Back to him, cutting his vein

Lifetime Mayhem
Eye for an Eye
Lifetime Mayhem
Let him to Die
(2x)

3. To Watch Them Slain
Eye on screen
To watch them die
To watch them slain
To watch them down
Their pain is keen

I like to see people die, closely
But in quiet privacy...
Hidden from their fading sights
My perfidious fancy...
I need to watch something die, statedly
Just watch...

Blood red or purple dawn
My morning ritual
My evening ordinance
My midnight possession
When someone's to be gone

I love to see you die, closely
And no distance...
Still watch...

Killed by someone
Raped by myself
Torn by the fury
Cut by your own hand
This is a long end
For me...
(3x)

I had to see you die, closely
With my assistance...
Hidden from your hidden sight
Your blood's fragrance...
I had to watch all of you die...
Just watch...

4. D-flesh!
Hacked, gutted, pulverized
None should recognise
The original form
You are hacked, gutted, pulverized
To adorn

Cut, pounded, dissected
Flesh piles of resected
My guinean pigs
You are cut, pounded, dissected
And no eyelids

Deflesh, meet your fate
Meet the god, deflesh
Meet my lancet
Just meet me.

Bled, battered, scrutinized
My tools are cannonized
To take you to heaven
You are bled, battered, scrutinized
An angel number seven
(2x)

Hacked, gutted, pulverized
None should recognise
The original form
You are hacked, gutted, pulverized
To adorn

5. Muscle Memory
Remember that pain
It was me, stretched and torn
Raped and maimed
Remember that pain
It was me, stretched and torn

See, I am like a tree
Lines of ages are written in flesh
Dead but still not free

To my pieces
Please give some order, lavage me
I am still your spieces.
To my pieces
Please give some order, lavage me

Those fingers touched you
Now mortified, cold in solitude
And split in two

Rigid and gorgeously clean
Muscles recollection time, a short flash
It was me, meant to mean

No drige for a moan
Memory is my own manifestation
Made of ash, I am gone

To my pieces
Please give some order, lavage me
I am still your spieces.
Those fingers touched you
Now mortified, cold in solitude
And split in two

6. Hate Is Born
First breath, first gulp and no effort to live
But it is here
Ready to be treacherous, ready to deceive
No soul's crystal clear
From ancestor to predecessor, the deepest disbelief
A predator to fear

Hate... is born, hate is born
There's no good in the human being
Hate... is born, hate is born
No love left around the world
And all good will?
Bullshit...
Just hate is born

Hate is resection, hate is possesion
Hate is a reflection, our so-called perfection...

Second breath, second gulp and still it is the same
And it will be
Infinite and perpetual, like a game
God's dead indeed
So powerful, another to kill, another to maim
We're unwished breed

Hate... is born, hate is born
Since first men was spawned
Hate... is born, hate is born
No love left around the world
And all good will?
Bullshit...
Just hate is born

God's fault we are, suppurating wound
To be amend
I hate you and you hate me, our morality tomb

Cry and lament...
It's no place for me
No life to live too
Here hate is born...

Hate... is born, hate is born
There's no good in the human being
Since first men was spawned
Hate... is born.

8. The Flayed Ones
Frenzied yells of those
Once sacrificed
Echoing here
From the past
When the blade draws
A line

The blood runs at last
Next turn is mine
Skin or clothes?
Row of flayed ones

Showtime in the motion
What the other wants
Models unveiled, shivering, shy
Leaving wet tracks
On the floor
Fatless or fat-full

A living sculpture
Of quiet pain
Flesh-full or fleshless
My body in other's skin
A bizzare game.

Frenzied yells of those
Once sacrificed
Echoing here
From the past
When the blade draws
A line
The blood runs at last
Next turn is mine

9. Through Killing Spree
A perfect collection
Such eighth wonder
Precisely removed
No soft tissues
To sate my hunger
Just hard carnal fraction

A perfect collection
Such eighth wonder
Precisely removed
No soft tissues

Bones, die Knochen, ceneri or osamenta
No matter which language you speak
Everything earthly turns to rancid, stinking tar
Hastai! Aurispicy freak...
(2x)

The meat liquefaction
I need all that remain
Filthy, fleshy sludge
Your new shape
And life regained
(Through this skeletal action)

Future extraction
Released for me
A rattling oracle
Through killing spree
Fresh bones seduction
Through killing spree

10. Carnal Playground
I feel your fear, I can feel its smell
Wet belly, sweating forehead
So cold, it is so cold
Trembling with desire to live
But I can promise, you'll never get old
Fixed beauty, preserved from hell
...Of life
...And Rotting

Gorgeously clean, innocent and untouched
But still here's something left undone
Breathless and helpless
Shivering under my hot lustful hands
It should be slow but almost painless
Just your bleeding will be watched
...Running
...Maybe

Don't be afraid, it is a perfect play
Young body like a theatre, where's nice to act
So vulnerable, such venerable
So vulnerable, such venerable
So vulnerable, such venerable
So vulnerable, such venerable
Like a Venus embodied, naked in front of me
When alone feeling sickly miserable

My ecstasy is near
As you're to cum too
Nails scratch my back
Vulgar words to hear
We are a strange couple
You accepted my role
And I accepted yours
So set up your fucking hole
I am almost melting
When your tongue attacks
I want to be eaten
From my top to sting
...And victim for tomorrow?
...No one else than me!

11. Ora Et Labora
Having no choice
Because end should come anytime
Woking for life, worked to death
And all the time they lie

Faith will save you
Work will set you free
Trust if you are moral
Ora et labora...

Meat processor
Seething human flesh industry
Praying for death in senseless life
All to be devoured

Just faith, and no more future
No chance to flee
Trust if you are moral
Ora et labora...

Working in carnage, working with lust
And another punch, an another blast
Valueless comodity, a feeble prize
New carnivourous order to rise

Faith will save you
Work will set you free
Trust if you are moral
Just faith, and no more future
No chance to flee
Trust if you are moral

Stripped from life, and torn assunder
Death is cheap, just mind to plunder
Bleeding and suffering, price of faith
Religion will save you, expose face...

Having no choice
Because end should come anytime
Woking for life, worked to death
And all the time they lie

Faith will save you
Work will set you free
Trust if you are moral
Ora et labora...