Memories Of Blood 歌词

I awake remembering Nothing the next day, My nostrils assailed By the stench of decay Dreams of dismemberment, Fantasies of torture Mopping up affords me a Reminiscense of death; Gooey bits and pieces Are all that is left Stench of rot: uplifting smell Someone's dead or at least unwell; What little is left smells impure; Who did this? I'm not sure No conscience interferes with My memories of blood; PSI energy remains Where a human once stood; I equate its suffering with The longevity of a ghost Who lasts the longest Is who suffered the most