Anomalistic Offerings

(альбом: Breeding The Spawn - 1993)

Evil dwells within the inner sanctum of the mind
Each person has a piece of the puzzle locked inside
It only takes the right key to open the subconscious
Once inside, it feeds like a leech
Sucking the blood of an organism
Until the whole body is infected with the disease

The mind then becomes cluttered with cloudy visions of death, killings and all other satanic biddings
It begins to affect the train of thought
The limbs cease to function, they tend to run amok
Reaching out to grab a utensil of death

Maybe starting with a finger or toe
Once you've started, you can't withhold yourself from continuing
The pain you feel is a mere infraction of the evil that dwells within your head

You must continue to rid yourself of the dreaded disease
Maybe if you cut it out, the eye of the plague
That sweeps across your body, you could be whole again
In order to tear this part of yourself
Would bare to die a painful death
It would include opening the skull cavity
And removing the brain an unspeakable horror
That no being could handle

Yet you feel as if this were your only hope
Your prepare yourself for surgery
Scalpel in hand, you thrust into the scalp

The pain is unberable, but you continue making the incision
With drill in hand, you find the seed of the demon inside
Blood spews over the walls as you drill deeper