Squalor Opera

I, I am the face of your torment

I, I am your sin personified

With picturesque decay, I paint a world full of problems

Insanity, I am the herald of your misery

With lewd demeanor, my visions congregate

A sickening black hole of debauchery

Construed to keep free thought at bay

A sickening hole, taking control

Wallowing in a wasteland, sordid cacophony

Shrouded by a terror vision

Indoctrinated abomination

The grandest farce, misanthropic global diversion

Oh morbus operandi

Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery

Hypocritical congregation

An obnoxious freak show for the mentally bizarre

Extermination policies for the weak and the poor

We embrace our very end with the greatest amour

I, I am a vision of madness

I, I am the end complete

With a sickening display, I portray all your problems

Pure lunacy, a mirror of society

Oh morbus operandi

Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery

Hypocritical congregation

An obnoxious freak show for the mentally bizarre

Extermination policies for the weak and the poor

We embrace our very end with the greatest amour

I, I am a vision of madness

I, I am the end complete

With a sickening display, I portray all your problems

Pure lunacy, a mirror of society

Gluttonous, we keep devouring more

Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores

Epitome of the insane, we beg for more

Enter the Opera

Gluttonous, we keep devouring more

Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores

Epitome of the insane, we beg for more

Enter the Opera

Gray matter rot, a voracious plot

No voice of reason, it pertains to treason

We adore a generation of idiots

Damned and doomed, we embrace it like fools

No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces

Gray matter rot, a voracious plot

No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces