Artist: deeds of flesh
Song: sense of the diabolic
What plagues the brain
To drive a clever child
Into what we see
As a threat to society
Plucking his victims
From the veins of the city
An endless supply
Of new desires
Fill the craving for
A sense of the diabolic
The killers of killers
Slumped the mangled body
Up against a tree
Like a hunched over scarecrow
In a fetal position
During torture
Trussed up like a hog
In the blackness of the forest
Screamings unheard
Gagging on dirt
Packed deep into the lungs
Eyes branded, have no color
Cornesa engraved
Random incisions sliced deep
Through the muscle exposing bones
What plagues the brain
To drive a clever child
Into what we see
As a threat to society
Plucking his victims
From the veins of the city
An endless supply
Of new desires
Fill the craving for
A sense of the diabolic
During torture
Trussed up like a hog
In the blackness of the forest
Screamings unheard
The killers of killers
