Smell of Death

Love the smell of death in the morning
 With the flavors of terror fed to me
 Designed to watch things die
 Praying for life
 Their sufferings for my pleasure
 Their bloody tears for petty laughs
 Designed to let things die
 Praying for life
 The smell of death reeks from the living
 Another man's anguish is my success
 Prosper from the failures of the misfortunate
 Amused to death inside the walls
 All in all I'm just another
 Another prick with no balls
 Designed to kill things right
 Praying for life
 The smell of death reeks from the living
 As the tables turn
 and the master becomes the slave
 As the wretched of the earth
 revolt from the graves
 Love the smell of death in the morning
 With the flavors of terror fed to me
 Smell of death reeks from the living
 The smell of death reeks from the living