Shadow Are Astray

Centinex

Mortification of the innocent

The odious anger remains

This is the final funeral



Buried by the dust

The dust from an ancient soul

At a inverted crucifix

your blessed body shall rot



Your inner organs will be replaced by me

I use your body for my sickening science

My obscene autopsy of you

as I cut you limb by limb

Your body I sliced upon altar of my human

flesh pot art

I will slowly perverted get to work

on a cadaver that is as cold as ice

Your inner organs will be replaced by me

I use your body for my sickening science

My obscene autopsy of you

as I cut you limb by limb



Draining your substance

Tearing your soul apart

Your body soon will perish

into the void of outrageous art

I want you to enter my kingdom

of putrefaction and sickening deeds

as I call upon you my stillborn child

To slaughter is getting me high



Dismembered mind

It's a sickening crime

Death is astray

of my sick sadistic ways

Isn't life absurd