Love the smell of death in the morning With the flavors of terror fed to me Designed to watch things die Praying for life Their sufferings for my pleasure Their bloody tears for petty laughs Designed to let things die Praying for life The smell of death reeks from the living
Another man’s anguish is my success Prosper from the failures of the misfortunate
Amused to death inside the walls All in all I’m just another Another prick with no balls Designed to kill things right Praying for life The smell of death reeks from the living
As the tables turn And the master becomes the slave As the wretched of the earth Revolt from the graves
Love the smell of death in the morning With the flavors of terror fed to me Smell of death reeks from the living The smell of death reeks from the living