Songtext Ornaments of decrepancy Suffocation

Ornaments of decrepancy

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 =

sevear for those vulnerable and weak. I have no patience for =

stupidity. No one can determin 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 hangin, 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.