oh you thin, insipid, lullabies that complain / of compliant*
do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures?
and they become the food of my grotesque lust
all bodies require food, it's there right

defiled
defiled
defiled are they
those who remain on the surface do so at their own peril
those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque
glorify the grotesque
uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard
ugliness my flag
ugliness my flag

be warned, you are marred
misshapen
measly...

your desparation is disfigured devotion
beauty is the enemy
acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity
there is no beauty, only ugliness
there is no glamour, only ghastly blemish
all romance disfigured
all morrows monstrous
oh beauty our enemy
they are the elects* to whom grotesque things bring only rapture

terricidal chatter
merely nodding
ugliness is a form of genius

[can you hear me out there? can you hear me out there? i remember that one]

okay well, there's your message.