Born Headless

Blasphemy Made Flesh, 1995

Lyrics by Lord Worm



You're not emoting: 

one of us will have to dig deeper; 

These are my cheek nails: 

Penetration, though unclean, 

can make you bleed 

in so many interesting ways;

I rend your flesh and caress your fears 

as you weep



Human tragedy... 

Let this be a lesson to you, it's symbolic 

Let this dirt define your grave



Midmortemtorment, 

ornament of dandling flesh; 

Why do you vomit? 

You should have seen the last one I did:

I chewed it to a paste and spit it out 

when I was done, yet the gummy taste 

of anus still smothers my tongue 



Girth control, to me, is considered an art; 

Fat's fully excised as I tear you apart;

my maleficence is as deep as it can get: 

I derive enjoyment from cruel torture

and messy death 



I tear your legs from their sockets 

to ease my pilfering of your pockets 

Better for you if you'd been born headless 

Blame your mother you weren't born headless 



Now that it's over, you'll be remembered,

but not missed, swathed in cerements 

to keep in the precious cold



I turn and pass away in violence an gunfire; 

the earth soaks up my brain...

I see myself as I've been 



I see myself