Iconclasm of Sickness Lyrics

Chiseling the sperm off my Macaulay Culkin mask
far beyond the law, in my amusement park i bask
Bathe myself in the tears of innocence
wealthy little children and a wealthier defence
touching little kiddies, never getting caught
the defening roar of the silence that i've bought!

Behold the king, upon his goldern throne
enticing the young into a pervert's home
conducting the screams as though they're lullabies!

Hiding behind a false reality
protected, defended by the cult of his celebrity
he fucks little boys, he's sick and depraved
and buries their corpses in shallow fucking graves

wallow in opulence, bribe away guilt
nervously sweating until the face melts
a plastic expression masking the sickness!

Beep

Hide the corpses of the children
liquefy what can't be burnt
dissolve all the evidence
pay and settle out of court

Hide the children!