Testo The Unholy

Severed heads Rotting flesh no sign of life but I can feel death upon me
critizing life for what it wasnt do you really know now it was scarring my soul
with your fear of the knife wheres the sunshine of life all
I see is the darkness or death
FUCK IT! I DONT NEED IT I DONT WANT IT
KILL IT KILL IT KILL THE TREND!!

Look into my eyes tell me what you see Blankness non exsistance
like Im not there
Im nothing no one less then dirt!

Expirence the sick twisted soul that is me
its in the air rotting flesh the smell of death
the blankness the sadness the sorrow but
IT DOESNT MEAN SHIT!
Decapitations life lost
DISMEMBERMENT!