Texty:
Manufacturer S Pride

Cut the heart strings, surpass catharsis Elaborate fantasies, work their way through Fascinated with death Gruesome grin carved on her face It?s been

is nigh Reminding of life?s insignificance To die is to become complete Life granting the last and greatest courtesy Silence in death summons me The end is nigh Reminding of life?s

decayed prince still heals King of sick and inferior breed Cut the throat at the first sign of life Douse the creation with hate Cold breath escapes the bearer?s

become Grime covered souls Unworthy and repugnant Depravity ingrained Precancerous state The rate it grows, they swarm in rows And all that?s pure they

lost in obliteration In a passing moment all is erased Over flowing mass graves For your God?s disgrace The lord of all inane No divine intervention Illusionist?s