Phobophile 歌词

	作词 : Lord Worm
	In the kitchen
	With a screaming triple amputee...
	Its completion depends solely
	On my needs...
	Said amputee's stumps
	Are my way of saying... "Thank you
	Just for being you."
	Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

	Terror of morality
	I draw from the slowly dying damned
	Monsters live behind my eyes;
	I let them out and people die.
	And all the grave worms
	That come for their piece of meat?
	I give them dead things..
	The wretched living are mine alone

	Fright mounts with the body count
	To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
	In all of God's creation,
	Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this?

	I mark my territory
	With their blood and excritement
	And adipocere...
	I can find my way in the dark;
	My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
	And anal abusive..
	Seen through the eyes of a mortician

	They've "caught" me, as they call it;
	My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
	Nevermore!
	Tests to gauge my rationale,
	The likes of which these feeble minds have
	Never seen.

	Rorschach blotters,
	My responses to which inspire fear...
	From my lizard side,
	The amoral alien speaks;
	"These aren't butterflies,
	I see a face I'd like to burn."

	Obfuscation
	Of the authorities with lies,
	And my natur
	Alability to charm and be me,
	Or whoever they want;
	I've known all minds by divine right.

	zuo ci : Lord Worm
	In the kitchen
	With a screaming triple amputee...
	Its completion depends solely
	On my needs...
	Said amputee' s stumps
	Are my way of saying... " Thank you
	Just for being you."
	Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

	Terror of morality
	I draw from the slowly dying damned
	Monsters live behind my eyes
	I let them out and people die.
	And all the grave worms
	That come for their piece of meat?
	I give them dead things..
	The wretched living are mine alone

	Fright mounts with the body count
	To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
	In all of God' s creation,
	Can there be a lifestyle that' s better than this?

	I mark my territory
	With their blood and excritement
	And adipocere...
	I can find my way in the dark
	My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
	And anal abusive..
	Seen through the eyes of a mortician

	They' ve " caught" me, as they call it
	My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
	Nevermore!
	Tests to gauge my rationale,
	The likes of which these feeble minds have
	Never seen.

	Rorschach blotters,
	My responses to which inspire fear...
	From my lizard side,
	The amoral alien speaks
	" These aren' t butterflies,
	I see a face I' d like to burn."

	Obfuscation
	Of the authorities with lies,
	And my natur
	Alability to charm and be me,
	Or whoever they want
	I' ve known all minds by divine right.

	zuò cí : Lord Worm
	In the kitchen
	With a screaming triple amputee...
	Its completion depends solely
	On my needs...
	Said amputee' s stumps
	Are my way of saying... " Thank you
	Just for being you."
	Its fear tastes better than its limbs.

	Terror of morality
	I draw from the slowly dying damned
	Monsters live behind my eyes
	I let them out and people die.
	And all the grave worms
	That come for their piece of meat?
	I give them dead things..
	The wretched living are mine alone

	Fright mounts with the body count
	To which anthropomancy predicts a decline
	In all of God' s creation,
	Can there be a lifestyle that' s better than this?

	I mark my territory
	With their blood and excritement
	And adipocere...
	I can find my way in the dark
	My fulfilment is habitually necromanic
	And anal abusive..
	Seen through the eyes of a mortician

	They' ve " caught" me, as they call it
	My teeth and my semen have betrayed me..
	Nevermore!
	Tests to gauge my rationale,
	The likes of which these feeble minds have
	Never seen.

	Rorschach blotters,
	My responses to which inspire fear...
	From my lizard side,
	The amoral alien speaks
	" These aren' t butterflies,
	I see a face I' d like to burn."

	Obfuscation
	Of the authorities with lies,
	And my natur
	Alability to charm and be me,
	Or whoever they want
	I' ve known all minds by divine right.

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