Mutilated Marvel

A voice mutters in the dark an archaic representation of life bleak words like that of a child born from madness
 now strapped down his wounds sewn shut electricity coursing through veins mutilated marvel behold
 this abomination pieced with the flesh of the fallen a walking horror alone in darkness terrified creation of mine
 a perversion of life youve become my subject of the deceased buried in dirt and forgotten they will forget you no more currents that flow through your corpse give life
 to the beating sack in your chest this monstrosity wakes from its rest
 on this night to the graveyard i walk worm riddled canvases strewn in every plot dissecting perfecting this dying art reanimate the heart
 A voice mutters in the dark an archaic representation of life bleak words like that of a child born from madness
 now strapped down his wounds sewn shut electricity coursing through veins mutilated marvel behold
 this abomination pieced with the flesh of the fallen a walking horror alone in darkness terrified creation of mine
 a perversion of life youve become my subject of the deceased buried in dirt and forgotten they will forget you
 no more currents that flow through your corpse give life
 to the beating sack in your chest this monstrosity wakes from its rest
 on this night to the graveyard i walk worm riddled canvases strewn in every plot dissecting perfecting this dying art reanimate the heart