Squalor Opera

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