The Theatrical Dissection کے بول

I contemplate my masterpiece from the top This is the essence of despair… In meat form At each slice my history is renewed I see the red flow overflowing in ecstasy I feel my fist right through the flesh Scream… Cry… I'm fed by your despair I get numbed by your ashes Eternally in your memory will burn the flames of my soul But something still is missing… It's still incomplete I still see many patterns of normality I can see how mediocre I was Then everything was turned into anguish The pleasures of pain start to corrupt me.. At any stab See how the torn muscle looks sublime The skin starts to mix with the ground… And the sand And I finish my symphony… For now