| Song | Phobophile |
| Artist | Cryptopsy |
| Album | The Best of Us Bleed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lord Worm | |
| In the kitchen | |
| With a screaming triple amputee... | |
| Its completion depends solely | |
| On my needs... | |
| Said amputee's stumps | |
| Are my way of saying... "Thank you | |
| Just for being you." | |
| Its fear tastes better than its limbs. | |
| Terror of morality | |
| I draw from the slowly dying damned | |
| Monsters live behind my eyes; | |
| I let them out and people die. | |
| And all the grave worms | |
| That come for their piece of meat? | |
| I give them dead things.. | |
| The wretched living are mine alone | |
| Fright mounts with the body count | |
| To which anthropomancy predicts a decline | |
| In all of God's creation, | |
| Can there be a lifestyle that's better than this? | |
| I mark my territory | |
| With their blood and excritement | |
| And adipocere... | |
| I can find my way in the dark; | |
| My fulfilment is habitually necromanic | |
| And anal abusive.. | |
| Seen through the eyes of a mortician | |
| They've "caught" me, as they call it; | |
| My teeth and my semen have betrayed me.. | |
| Nevermore! | |
| Tests to gauge my rationale, | |
| The likes of which these feeble minds have | |
| Never seen. | |
| Rorschach blotters, | |
| My responses to which inspire fear... | |
| From my lizard side, | |
| The amoral alien speaks; | |
| "These aren't butterflies, | |
| I see a face I'd like to burn." | |
| Obfuscation | |
| Of the authorities with lies, | |
| And my natur | |
| Alability to charm and be me, | |
| Or whoever they want; | |
| I've known all minds by divine right. |
| zuo ci : Lord Worm | |
| In the kitchen | |
| With a screaming triple amputee... | |
| Its completion depends solely | |
| On my needs... | |
| Said amputee' s stumps | |
| Are my way of saying... " Thank you | |
| Just for being you." | |
| Its fear tastes better than its limbs. | |
| Terror of morality | |
| I draw from the slowly dying damned | |
| Monsters live behind my eyes | |
| I let them out and people die. | |
| And all the grave worms | |
| That come for their piece of meat? | |
| I give them dead things.. | |
| The wretched living are mine alone | |
| Fright mounts with the body count | |
| To which anthropomancy predicts a decline | |
| In all of God' s creation, | |
| Can there be a lifestyle that' s better than this? | |
| I mark my territory | |
| With their blood and excritement | |
| And adipocere... | |
| I can find my way in the dark | |
| My fulfilment is habitually necromanic | |
| And anal abusive.. | |
| Seen through the eyes of a mortician | |
| They' ve " caught" me, as they call it | |
| My teeth and my semen have betrayed me.. | |
| Nevermore! | |
| Tests to gauge my rationale, | |
| The likes of which these feeble minds have | |
| Never seen. | |
| Rorschach blotters, | |
| My responses to which inspire fear... | |
| From my lizard side, | |
| The amoral alien speaks | |
| " These aren' t butterflies, | |
| I see a face I' d like to burn." | |
| Obfuscation | |
| Of the authorities with lies, | |
| And my natur | |
| Alability to charm and be me, | |
| Or whoever they want | |
| I' ve known all minds by divine right. |
| zuò cí : Lord Worm | |
| In the kitchen | |
| With a screaming triple amputee... | |
| Its completion depends solely | |
| On my needs... | |
| Said amputee' s stumps | |
| Are my way of saying... " Thank you | |
| Just for being you." | |
| Its fear tastes better than its limbs. | |
| Terror of morality | |
| I draw from the slowly dying damned | |
| Monsters live behind my eyes | |
| I let them out and people die. | |
| And all the grave worms | |
| That come for their piece of meat? | |
| I give them dead things.. | |
| The wretched living are mine alone | |
| Fright mounts with the body count | |
| To which anthropomancy predicts a decline | |
| In all of God' s creation, | |
| Can there be a lifestyle that' s better than this? | |
| I mark my territory | |
| With their blood and excritement | |
| And adipocere... | |
| I can find my way in the dark | |
| My fulfilment is habitually necromanic | |
| And anal abusive.. | |
| Seen through the eyes of a mortician | |
| They' ve " caught" me, as they call it | |
| My teeth and my semen have betrayed me.. | |
| Nevermore! | |
| Tests to gauge my rationale, | |
| The likes of which these feeble minds have | |
| Never seen. | |
| Rorschach blotters, | |
| My responses to which inspire fear... | |
| From my lizard side, | |
| The amoral alien speaks | |
| " These aren' t butterflies, | |
| I see a face I' d like to burn." | |
| Obfuscation | |
| Of the authorities with lies, | |
| And my natur | |
| Alability to charm and be me, | |
| Or whoever they want | |
| I' ve known all minds by divine right. |