Letra de Squalor Opera
I, I am the face of your torment I, I am your sin personified With picturesque decay I paint a world full of problems Insanity, I am the herald of your miseryWith lewd demeanour my visions congregate A sickening black hole of debauchery Construed to keep free thought at bay A sickening hole, taking controlWallowing in a wasteland A sordid cacophony Shrouded by a terror vision Indoctrinated abomination The grandest farce Misanthropic global diversionOh morbus operandi Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery Hypocritical congregation An obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarreExtermination policies for the weak and poor We embrace our very end with the greatest amourI, I am a vision of madness I, I am the end complete With a sickening display I portray all your problems Pure lunacy, a mirror of societyOh morbus operandi Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery Hypocritical congregation An obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarreExtermination policies for the weak and poor We embrace our very end with the greatest amourI, I am a vision of madness I, I am the end complete With a sickening display I portray all your problems Pure lunacy, a mirror of societyGluttonous we keep devouring more Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores Epitome of the insane, we beg for moreEnter the OperaGluttonous we keep devouring more Moth to a flame, brainless necrovores Epitome of the insane, we beg for moreEnter the OperaGray matter rot, a voracious plot No voice of reason, it pertains to treasonWe adore a generation of idiots Damned and doomed we embrace it like fools No thought or reason, fill our heads with fecesGray matter rot, a voracious plot No thought or reason, fill our heads with feces