The deadened husk of a man left broken
Blood rendered cold, imparted grief and dogma
What lessons did you leave unspoken
What wisdom remains within that mind
Only one course of action remains with you
The prodigal son ascending to claim his prize
To consume all this which has spawned you
The scalpel shining in the cold light
Incision across the chest
Reveal discrete viscera
In my twisted fascination
I'll discover your secrets
Peeling back the layers
Stripping the flesh from bone
The pendulous acres of skin
Curling to form my robe
The eyes that gazed upon me
Beholding my first moments
Now resting in my hand
The grave that beckons you home
The ruby pooling in the white
An incredible vision
Entrails coiled around my arms
Glory of the dissection
Preachings of evil, lessons of the vile
Denouncing the holy as wisps of fiction
Pride attracting the whispers of ill content
Soul sentenced to eternal putrefaction
A slave to this primal existence
Reaching out of life, the quickening
Into the void, we are the waves
Scales of dimensional skin shining on
The blood and oil that mix
I am your host, you are the ether
As I feast upon your mottled flesh
And exist now forever
Peeling back the layers
Stripping the flesh from bone
The pendulous acres of skin
Curling to form my robe
The eyes that gazed upon me
Beholding my first moments
Now resting in my hand
The grave that beckons you home
The ruby pooling in the white
An incredible vision
Entrails coiled around my arms
Glory of the dissection
Frozen, his veins...
Slow, final death...
In shadows, of hope lost...
Pure, blasphemous vanity
Below ground eternally, always watching
Eyes once more to meet, staring through nothingness
The wheel will turn again as the spawn are feeding
Ancient ritual continues, abhorrent and vapid
All initiative now suppressed
The memories slowly digesting
Gently I now ascend to rest
Upon the precipice of sanity
Peeling back the layers
Stripping the flesh from bone
The pendulous acres of skin
Curling to form my robe
The eyes that gazed upon me
Beholding my first moments
Now resting in my hand
The grave that beckons you home
The ruby pooling in the white
An incredible vision
Entrails coiled around my arms
Glory of the dissection
Drink deep of the waters pure
Fill up with the pain I've saved
I now pass on these wounds
To which they are my heirs
Inherited anathema
Rising up now from warm soil
Children repeat my questions
The throat emptying into the void
