The Perfect Hate 歌词

Pierced and bleeding, ripped and torn Don't call it torture, call it art In my revision, the flesh re-forms Becomes the statue I have carved Sick inventions, morbid dreams Hypnotized by the vision Blind to suffering, deaf to the screams It's my view of crucifixion Lacerated to be sewn again How much more can I create Replant the pieces I contaminate And then again resuscitate The smell of blood, asphyxiates Lights the torch of ambition Sets the framework for the perfect hate Dismembered beyond recognition My hunger makes me burn And do it once again Insanity takes over My hatred twists and turns As you cry out in pain Integrity disordered