Morbidity Lyrics

my hands in the blood of the righteous
tears of the oppressed

pain, dysfunction, distress
cruel and unjust

firm in faith
praise the dead
world of sorrow and despair

first - not last
not sick, BUT MAD

human misery growth and maturity
It kills me
Morbidity

SHE DIED HARD. SHE SQUIRMED AND SHOOK AS I CHOAKED HER,
AND HER LIPS TWICHED. SHE LEfT OUT A SCREAM ONCE
AND I KICKED HER HEAD TO SHUT HER UP.
I PLUNGED THE KNIFE INTO HER AND IT BROKE.
I THEN FINISHED THE JOB BY CUTTING HER THROAT.
I AM NOT SICK. I AM INSANE