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The Art of Depravity
I’ve been inside your sanctuary; I’m the fiend inside your dreams;
The monster of the darkest corners of your mind
I am the leech that feeds upon your inner thoughts
The insect living in your skin, indulging on your trepidation
Tonight I emerge from the shadows of your home
Your comfort’s blinded you; I’ve been inside you all along
And now I will unveil the face that even God could fear
The face you‘ll learn to love, the last face you will ever see
I yearn to consume you; I want your virgin blood on my hands
I feel your dread; there’s not a trace of hope left for you
Panic has paralyzed you; your fear gives me the strength I need
I watch you cower on your bed as you cry for salvation
I see the hopelessness in your pale blue eyes
I feel the quiver of your skin as I tie the ropes around your fragile wrists
I hear your screams, torment muffled by a gagged mouth
I smell your sweet aroma; I long to taste your supple flesh
Devoid of sanity, driven by dark desire
I cross the line that divides animal from man
The dormant primal impulses, the beast residing in us all
Hell, I am the animal in man
I’ll first toy with what’s left of your dignity
You cry for mercy, a pause for the inevitable
The brutality of your battery goes on for an eternity
Behold, a wingless angel, a forsaken mockery
Your blood flowing from your head gives me satisfaction
I strip your clothes, bare flesh and desires unto me
And now I perform the ritual of your desecration
Your wretched yells only excite my unrelenting joy.
Penetration through the walls of purity
What was a holy shrine is now equivalent to dirt
I take such pleasure in my act of bestiality
Inhuman and so vile, God’s temple now defiled
Devoid of sanity, driven by dark desire
I cross the line that divides animal from man
The dormant primal impulses, the beast residing in us all
Hell, I am the animal in man
You have no face; you have no name
You’re just a fucking tool that has already served its purpose
I’ve no remorse; I have no compassion
I have no emotion save for perverted joy
Your life is in my hands, dependant of my mercy
But I will grant you none, for dead maidens tell no tales
You’ll just be another number, a faceless object of pity
So keep your sweet lips shut, and take this awful secret to the grave.