With darkness as his only father
No echoes of his first cry
Recycled breath as the only air
Buried alive inside a corpse
Locked in his predecessor
Inside a tomb, licking the blood from a withered tomb
The deepest spot in the potter's field, inside the closest coffin to hell
Inhuman creation
Entrapped by nails
Unaware of time or emotions, an unsouled being, a mistake growing underground
Unmentioned in the headstone
Against god's will
Against god's will
Found his way out the crypt, carving with bare hands at the ground
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive
Foud his way out the crypt, leaving her carca** behind
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive
Life from d**h lives through the dead, through human meat, and bone and flesh
Now she's gone, no corpse left
So he seeks to eat another who*e
He still remembers when he threw her up, an upsurge of organs, nerves and that spate of love regurgitating her heart
The graveyard is his larder, his hideout, his unholy home
Ossuary infested by worms, full of limbs, spines, torsos and hundreds of skulls
Walks among the living, missing the warmth of her ribs
Missing the black of her eyes, the black of her all, the taste of her guts
Eats his kind to survive, eats his kind to survive
Life from d**h lives through the dead, through human meat, and bone and flesh