A Dish Best Served Cold

Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing
 Unpunished- Filled with self-esteem
 Our Goddess will be grateful
 Naked bodies hacked to pieces
 Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated
 Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms
 Force-fed with blood and cum
 Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself
 A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope
 Today's youth discomfort - Fuel for the Propaganda engine
 We'll slaughter your future and rape your new-born children
 You don't exist, you never existed
 Our art is made of gore and entrails
 Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives
 Your breath is dying out frame after frame
 This movie is no more blue
 We painted blue with black and flesh with blood-red
 You suffer your hell on Earth
 To jerk-off as they cut you to pieces
 To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes
 To stare your now eternal looks of terror
 Your lives never meant anything to us.
 To look (at) your empty faces dressing your own dead-skin masks
 To think of your dreams we butchered at birth
 No one is innocent
 No one is innocent
 Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold
 You fucking die, we become Gods.