Mors Voluntaria lyrics

Peter said: I recall getting a message from the grave I recall as Jesus was speaking to me Suffering from schizophrenic paranoia He went to The Isle of Wight There in his cell he converes with Ziploski Almost every other night Why are we compelled to this perverse sensation Evil and it's various manifestations What is the fascination or Is it manipulation? Hair falls like black flowers With every drop of blood With every drop of sperm Solaced men of poetry and song Administer the worm Time perhaps time will echo the memory Of a fortunate life Death perhaps death will tolerate the splinter And the cut of the knife Death voluntary death Death voluntary death Death voluntary death