Phobophile Lyrics - Cryptopsy

In the kitchen 

With a screaming triple amputee... 

Its completion depends solely 

On my needs... 

Said amputee's stumps 

Are my way of saying... "Thank you 

Just for being you." 

Its fear tastes better than its limbs. 

Terror of morality 

I draw from the slowly dying damned 

Monsters live behind my eyes; 

I let them out and people die. 

And all the grave worms 

That come for their piece of meat? 

I give them dead things.. 

The wretched living are mine alone 

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Fright mounts with the body count 

To which anthropomancy predicts a decline 

In all of God's creation, 

Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this? 

I mark my territory 

With their blood and excritement 

And adipocere... 

I can find my way in the dark; 

My fulfilment is habitually necromanic 

And anal abusive.. 

Seen through the eyes of a mortician 

They've "caught" me, as they call it; 

My teeth and my semen have betrayed me.. 

Nevermore! 

Tests to gauge my rationale, 

The likes of which these feeble minds have 

Never seen. 

Photos 

Rorschach blotters, 

My responses to which inspire fear... 

From my lizard side, 

The amoral alien speaks; 

"These aren't butterflies, 

I see a face I'd like to burn." 

Obfuscation 

Of the authorities with lies, 

And my natur 

Alability to charm and be me, 

Or whoever they want; 

I've known all minds by divine right.