Decadence In The House Of Rats

I will serve you
Until my lungs burn
Through my fucking chest

Worthless trying sleep
In a place like this
I rip your spine out
Through the drywall

Then you'll know fear
Then you'll know me
I will blind you
Light a dark room
Then you'll feel hate
Then you'll feel pain

I will kill us
Fearing, believing
Sickened, holy
No order, you wonder
Corrupt to find myself another life

And your carcass is a fortress
To rest my weary bones
And your body is a sickness for my disease