Forgetting Skaro - Excess Is A Lifestyle lyrics

I wake to the sea of bodies surrounding me The last sunrise for those soon-to-be corpses I lift my sleeping knife with glee And carve smiles into their dying faces I step outside to light up My cigarette and their worthless bodies I've juiced their blood into my morning coffee cup Now witness their dry shells burn like paper Murder is the air I breathe And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need My fresh victims have almost expired I need more dead, dead, dead Excess is my lifestyle (and it keeps me sane) I am beckoned by the afternoon sun To feed my internal craving for blood Watch your lips beg at the mercy of my gun Your pathetic species are enslaved to my knees Pray to me, your master, your God Now once again the urge is screaming For a baby's diaphragm to soothe my throat They entice my palate like puppies in a blender Murder is the air I breathe And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need My fresh victims have almost expired I need more dead, dead, dead Excess is my lifestyle (to the flames you will be wed) As the dawn breaks like a child's defenceless femur I s** the rich marrow for strength To rip off feeble phalanges They dance on my eager tongue Murder is the air I breathe And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need My tolerance for the living has expired I need more dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead Dead, dead, dead I need more blood, bones, tears Blood, bones, tears Blood, bones, tears Excess is my lifestyle (and it keeps me insane)