Oh you thin insipid lullabies of compliance Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures When they become the food of my grotesque lust All bodies require food It's their right Defiled Defiled Defiled are they Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque Glorify the grotesque Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard Ugliness my flag Ugliness my flag Be warned you are marred Misshapen Measly Your desperation is disfigured devotion Beauty is the enemy Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity There is no beauty only ugliness There is no glamour only ghastly blemish All romance disfigured All morals monstrous All beauty our enemy They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture Genocidal chatter Merely nodding Ugliness is a form of genius
Can you hear me out there? Can you hear me out there? Do you remember that one? Ok, well, there's your message