Inner deformity, such a foul deceptive rot.
Conceiving the grotesque. Nothing is but what is not.
Screeds of verbiage, never explained. Gazing at the flames.
Inside the dungeon
Thank You lyrics




[Chris Brown Talking]
Man yall don't know what yall do for me you see with out yall n
 or my skull, only mawkish thoughts remains.

Grotesque addict, forever shadowed,
darkness clouding me. Absurdity now fate.
Bizzarre dreams, an horrendous nightmare,
nothing left but to hallucinate.

Dementia
Amici Si lyrics

Melloni-Pizzoli-Zandon?-Lovecchio-Maggio-
Quanto camminerai nella tua vi
reigns, a predilection. Total order cease.
Rescrudescent, this condition. Coherency decrease.
Humanity is not to shine, in my bloodless face.
Magnified in travesty, I have been displaced.

See with the eye of
An Involtion Of Thorns lyrics

Eko, Azarak,
Eko, Eko, Zamilak,

Eko, Eko, Cernunnos
Eko, Eko, Aradia.

the mind. That the lie will speak.
Traumatic cracks in my addiction, made the future bleak.
Paralysed to ruminate, embolismic bitter jest.
Ontologically I'm dead, reborn as the grotesque.
THE GROTESQUE!