A Perverse Inclination Songtext
von Corpsemaker

Tepid air Emanates from the carcass
Spelling tales of despair
Pungent as they overtake my senses I become erect
Visions of execution
Become my fantasy
Meticulous archiving of my heinous deeds
Mementos of your bleakest night
The clues I left will sure delight
Release myself from endless strife
Desire to kill, my only will suffocate
Myself with my belt as I masturbate
The void they left in me can′t be erased
Trophies adorn shelves, drawers
Frames above my bed
Future forlorn my respite is at its end


Tepid air emanates from the carcass
Spelling tales of despair
Pungent as they overtake my senses
A stack of polaroids hidden beneath the floorboards
Summons me deafeningly
Slipping back Into this perverse inclination
Mementos of your bleakest night
The clues I left will sure delight release myself from endless strife
Desire to kill, my only will
The smell, rancid to my neighbor's taste
One last dream of their nausea satiates
Inside I always knew it′d end this way
My mind Relives that night endlessly
Despised I let go of the shame and realize
That this always was my only fate