Retrogore, maniacal possession
Condemned by horrid nostalgia,
A celebration of death
Vintage tourniquet, decrepit and failing
Surgical abomination
Retrogore, maniacal possession
Retrogore, reminiscent slaughter
Retrogore, noxious perversion
Obsessed by an age of cinematographic grandeur
Reality fades as phantasms take over
Surgical abomination
And as reality slips, my bloodlust persists
Condemned to decompose, your body lies broken
A slave to misery, debauchery and suffering so pure
Protagonist of insanity
A slave to savagery, with the hammer I shall thrive
As you step into my realm
Retrogore, reminiscent slaughter
Retrogore, noxious perversion
Retrogore, putrid obsession
Retrogore, maniacal possession
Ingrained frenzy, slasher extravaganza
The final step in a psychotic breakdown
I slip into dementia - I am death incarnate
I am the end - your end
Tendencies for gore, I always need more
My artistry, perfectly portrayed
I wasn't supposed to be - alive and breathing
Caught on film, immortalized portrait of filth,
The star of my feature film
I am protagonist, an artist of sodom
And as reality slips, my bloodlust persists
Condemned to decompose, your body lies broken
A slave to misery, debauchery and suffering so pure
Retrogore, putrid obsession Retrogore, maniacal possession Condemned by horrid nostalgia, A celebration of death Vintage tourniquet, decrepit and failing Surgical abomination Retrogore, maniacal possession Retrogore, reminiscent slaughter Retrogore, noxious perversion Obsessed by an age of cinematographic grandeur Reality fades as phantasms take over Surgical abomination And as reality slips, my bloodlust persists Condemned to decompose, your body lies broken A slave to misery, debauchery and suffering so pure Protagonist of insanity A slave to savagery, with the hammer I shall thrive As you step into my realm Retrogore, reminiscent slaughter Retrogore, noxious perversion Retrogore, putrid obsession Retrogore, maniacal possession Ingrained frenzy, slasher extravaganza The final step in a psychotic breakdown I slip into dementia - I am death incarnate I am the end - your end Tendencies for gore, I always need more My artistry, perfectly portrayed I wasn't supposed to be - alive and breathing Caught on film, immortalized portrait of filth, The star of my feature film I am protagonist, an artist of sodom And as reality slips, my bloodlust persists Condemned to decompose, your body lies broken A slave to misery, debauchery and suffering so pure Explain Request ×
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