Lyrics:

Rancour fed
Oligophrenic lunacy
Roams my mind
Impaling reason
Misanthropy to matrimonial extent
Her blood sweats fever
Filth to be ripped from the womb
My urges exposed
My thrill to come shifts reason at sight of my tools
Rancour fed
Her blood to be bled
Orchestral feed
A foul symphony
The unbecoming
Life's fluid drained to a sonnet
Reaching the climax
Death ascending to be consumed
Death bed stained, exfoliate
Dislimbed torsos, canvas of me
Sewing the ends, limb from limb
Blood fixing the bled, science as a tray
Sewing the ends, resuscitate
Cult of the inanimate
Blood fixing the bled, reanimate
Limb to limb, canvas of me
Death bed stained, resuscitate

The unbecoming
Life's fluid restored with regret
Reaching the climax
The outcome of death undone
Death transcending
Rigor mortis is removed
Blood fixing the bled
Open the brothel of the exhumed
Rancour fed
Her blood to be bled
Orchestral feed
A foul symphony
Necrotomy of the decayed
Resurgence from the grave
Blood fixing the bled
Engineer of the dead
Rancour fed
Her blood to be bled
Orchestral feed
A foul symphony