Aborted - Squalor Opera Lyrics

""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 misery With lewd demeanour my visions congregate A sickening black hole of debauchery Construed to keep free thought at bay A sickening hole taking control Wallowing in a wasteland A sordid cacophony Shrouded by a terror vision Indoctrinated abomination The grandest farce Misanthropic global diversion Oh morbus operandi Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery Hypocritical congregation An obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre Extermination policies for the weak and poor We embrace our very end with the greatest amour I 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 society Oh morbus operandi Invasive surgery through psychopathic imagery Hypocritical congregation An obnoxious freakshow for the mentally bizarre Extermination policies for the weak and poor We embrace our very end with the greatest amour I 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 society Gluttonous we keep devouring more Moth to a flame brainless necrovores Epitome of the insane we beg for more Enter the Opera Gluttonous we keep devouring more Moth to a flame brainless necrovores Epitome of the insane we beg for more Enter the Opera Gray matter rot a voracious plot No voice of reason it pertains to treason We adore a generation of idiots Damned and doomed we embrace it like fools No thought or reason fill our heads with feces Gray matter rot a voracious plot No thought or reason fill our heads with feces""