Necromisogynist (the edmund kemper's despair)

The sickly games kept me awake for ages
A talented freak among, the perfect creatures
My body is carved in sorrows, filled with anger and temptation
My legacy in blood will begin, between the dusk and dawn

The voices appears tormenting my soul
Storming past comes shouting in my head
Those abusive pre-judgements, whispered in my ears

The cold in stomach, is followed with tears
You will not arise back from the dead
I'll vanguish forever the roots of my fears

Without eyes they shouldn't see
Without tongue she should not speak
I had drank from their blood
I've been fed by their meat
It is my curse to be haunted by
The immortal ghosts of my family

The putrid penetration with their guts in my hands
Brings my victims closer to me
A cold white torso lies in my basement
Craving to pleasure me

The putrid penetration with their guts in my hands
Brings my victims closer to me
The most lustful sensation beyond all human comprehension
Don't cease the agony...and those voices...still...