A FURTHER SHOWING of VIOLENCE (feat. VAMACHARA)

I will fucking drag (I will drag) Your shitty flesh down a jagged slope Tear you to ribbons and violate your spawn I have become the visage you crave The name you call upon Without me, you're all fucking nothing Metal will churn and bodies will burn You will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw In line through a chainsaw We are not the same There'll be no burial as deep as yours Breaking your jaw once again on the tiled floor Your wrist is sentenced to bleed on my every word It's hard to speak with your teeth on the fucking curb Pack it up, we are the kings of this shit There's no saving you, you'll never fucking get it I will fucking drag your useless corpse of what you were before Straight from Hell and cease it from becoming what I abhor Do you see hell falling out from my lungs? The chosen one resting on the tip of my tongue Fuck I have become the last You I am the last, last name you call upon Without me, you're all fucking nothing Metal will churn and bodies will burn You will dance for me like mice born of rotting straw In line through a chainsaw You will kneel before me while I line my crown With the teeth of your perfect gods Another symphony, they all sound the same And they will all drown in acid rain You are visited again by the wrath of the frame A further showing of violence Hoping it drives you all to silence Pack it up, we are the kings of this shit There's no saving you, you'll never fucking get it I will drag your shitty flesh down a jagged fucking slope Psycho-frame I have grown to love the taste of gods I have grown to love the taste of gods