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Visual cut flashes

Mental cut lawless

Be welcome darkness

Scapel, our nightmare

No escape, dementia is our anthem

Pain and regret

State of silence

The carnival highcrest

Deconstruction, our hell

No escape, dementia is our anthem

No hope left, extreme cold brain

Another vital vein, blood spurts on our hands

See all this massacre, stimulate all our taste

We want to smash your face

You will lose all your faith

The art of mutilate

The art of mutilate

And then the world will sing its creed

Take the blade, slash your own flesh

Dissection.... It's the necropsy age

Pleasure.... To feel an organ dead