Ornaments Of Decrepancy

(album: Breeding The Spawn - 1993)

Murderous thoughts determined to push me
To a permanent state of insanity
An insanity concealed but very much present
Waiting to be released upon all
Those who deserve, and those innocently

Taken are now victims of a disease
With no prejudice
No one is protected
From the mind of a madman
Determined to bring upon harm

Death is more severe for those vulnerable and weak
I have no patience for stupidity
No one can determine when their life will be taken
So why live your last days weak and feeble

I know to kill once will lead to killing again
To find which form of death is more pleasurable

I often thought of mummifying the victims
To create a new trend of serial killing
The thought of bodies hanging
Stripped of their internal organs
For longer preservation
Left in the woods

For unsuspecting wanderers to reveal
I have not yet decided if the heads should be
Trophies or sold for use in occult rituals
If there's money in it, you can count me in

I often thought of dismemberment
How many limbs can be severed before death?
Using different body parts from different victims to create
One demented masterpiece
I would feed human flesh to my next unsuspecting victim
Making sure they enjoyed it, to prove cannibalism
Isn't far from any of our minds
Animals eat animals, man can eat man
Why do I think this way?
It's only getting worse