Beauty Is The Enemy

Oh, you thin insipid lullabies of compliance
 Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures
 When they become the food of my grotesque lust
 All bodies require food
 It's their right
 Defiled
 Defiled
 Defiled are they
 Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril
 Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
 Glorify the grotesque
 Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
 Ugliness my flag
 Ugliness my flag
 Be warned, you are marred
 Misshapen
 Measly
 Your desperation is disfigured devotion
 Beauty is the enemy
 Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity
 There is no beauty, only ugliness
 There is no glamour, only ghastly blemish
 All romance disfigured
 All morals monstrous
 All beauty our enemy
 They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture
 Genocidal chatter
 Merely nodding
 Ugliness is a form of genius
 Can you hear me out there?
 Can you hear me out there? Do you remember that one?
 Ok, well, there's your message