Reprobation Sins Of The Sick Lyrics

What a fine day to be alive
Living your life in sorrow and syncopation.
And with this knife,
I thee wed my Life
and death and memory
But, this voice will not refrain
It's sustained in my mental cavity
Still they keep seeping through
Yet, I try to keep the monsters at bay
I resist, no, they can't have control
They ask of me to commit wrongful deeds
No, they won't have my soul
Mutanous breed inflicting
The pain on the suffering
Counting on the sins of the sick
Bodies piling numbers increasing
Open state of rancor
Sick device of the tortured
Disgusted sight of butchery
That contributed to misery
Distributed to misery
Blood is clotting
Will not flow without self lividity
Blood will follow
Limb and limb
Pile on the floor
Sickening
Incomprehensible gore
The disease of inhuman breeds
Upon each other feed
I stand amongst the company
Of multiple dead bodies