oh you thin, insipid,
lullabies that complain of compliant
do we not see the ripping
flesh of countless pretty creatures?
and they become
the food of my grotesque lust
all bodies require food,
it's there right
defiled
defiled
defiled are they
those who remain on the surface
do so at their own peril
those who dive beneath
the surface glorify the grotesque
glorify the grotesque
uprooting ugliness
to be their heroic standard
ugliness my flag
ugliness my flag
be warned, you are marred
misshapen
measly...
your desparation is disfigured devotion
beauty is the enemy
acceptance of ugliness
is the redemption of sanity
there is no beauty,
only ugliness
there is no glamour,
only ghastly blemish
all romance disfigured
all morrows monstrous
oh beauty our enemy
they are the elects
to whom grotesque
things bring only rapture
terricidal chatter
merely nodding
ugliness is a form of genius
can you hear me out there?
can you hear me out there?
i remember that one
okay well, there's your message.