A Dish Best Served Cold-Forgotten Tomb

A Dish Best Served Cold - Forgotten Tomb Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing Unpunished- Filled with self-esteem Our Goddess will be grateful Naked bodies hacked to pieces Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms Force-fed with blood and cum Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope Today's youth discomfort - Fuel for the Propaganda engine We'll slaughter your future and rape your new-born children You don't exist, you never existed Our art is made of gore and entrails Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives Your breath is dying out frame after frame This movie is no more blue We painted blue with black and flesh with blood-red You suffer your hell on Earth To jerk-off as they cut you to pieces To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes To stare your now eternal looks of terror Your lives never meant anything to us. To look (at) your empty faces dressing your own dead-skin masks To think of your dreams we butchered at birth No one is innocent No one is innocent Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold You f**king die, we become Gods.