Sense Of The Diabolic Lyrics - Deeds Of Flesh

What plagues the brain 

To drive a clever child 

Into what we see 

As a threat to society 

Plucking his victims 

From the veins of the city 

An endless supply 

Of new desires 

Fill the craving for 

A sense of the diabolic 

The killers of killers 

Slumped the mangled body 

Up against a tree 

Like a hunched over scarecrow 

In a fetal position 

During torture 

Trussed up like a hog 

In the blackness of the forest 

Screamings unheard 

Gagging on dirt 

Packed deep into the lungs 

Eyes branded, have no color 

Cornesa engraved 

Random incisions sliced deep 

Through the muscle exposing bones 

What plagues the brain 

To drive a clever child 

Into what we see 

As a threat to society 

Plucking his victims 

From the veins of the city 

An endless supply 

Of new desires 

Fill the craving for 

A sense of the diabolic 

During torture 

Trussed up like a hog 

In the blackness of the forest 

Screamings unheard 

The killers of killers