Circle of Tyrants - Theatre of Creeps lyrics

Circle of Tyrants! Circle of Tyrants!
Attack you like the Dawn of the Dead!

I sent you all to Satan
Sent you to the Devil, decapitated
Splattered, degraded
Rather amazing matters of hatred
Manifestation the cannibal data related to
Random standards in cases
Fuckin' faggots stabbed in they faces
Buckets of acid
Hitchhike with truckers in traffic
I'm stuck on a path where the
Outcome is nothing but tragic
My outward appearance is nothing but average
Inside of my brain structrure the
Primary function is madness
Torture these traitors
Puttin' blow torches to faces
Corpses in my basement
Torsoes are my favorite


Autopsy's invigorating
Killing you is refreshling and liberating
Playing with the dead
Is extensively titilating
Humans are extremely expensive
But really tasty
Sell you on the Black Market in
Pieces to anybody who pays me
Limited quantity culinary sodomy
Unique cuisine, delicacy
The ultimate equality

I'm Ogrish as vulgar as you can get
Cut out your vulva my cult of the dead
Eats from your skull
Pulverize like a vulture's molars
My goal is dicing up Cindy Margolis
And placing her flesh on slices
And servin' you hemoglobinisis
It's priceless i'm savage
Artistic like the vampire of Paris sadistic
Start a campfire
Reminisce of massacres lifted
Blast through a pillow
I'm a sick bastard like Andre Chikatilo
Slay the padre
Watch the silhouette of a killer glow
Dusted like Repka's artwork
Like Carcass' "Heartwork"
Like an aardvark searchin' through organs
Like carparts rockin' a Carhartt
Ritual sacrifice is human appetizers
I capitilize on this
Cannibalism violence advertisements
My cypher of tyrants are trifer than pirates
Like lifers that killed wifey with knives
A violent viking's in Ice Age smacking Satan
Invading your crib like Patrick Bateman
With a hatchet waiting making
A theatric statement

They call me Fondlecorpse
Cater for every occasion home invasion
Cavin' in brains
That's what I call entertainment
Anachronistic wit' two biscuit's that clip
Through your discus the gore grinder
'Cause, I'm down to the last 6 on my hit-list
I'm a sick kid
Pieces of skull and blood on my ticksis
Too much brown acid used to be in love with
The business of killings
Stitching the scalp of
Another innocent victim buried face down
You're similar to a faggot who
Takes it in him basically a waste of skin
I've returned and sent him a telegram
A body count with two legs
Shattered next to the hexagram
My handy cammin'
I make like Squeaky and stab it
My circle fam is supreme bandit's
Murdered like speed handlers
Dirt on the canvas
Torso fuck shorter than Danzig
Saw off your legs and walk on
Your hands like you was dancin'
March of the Pigs
Newest shipments, cartons of wigs
The killer's smile
You know the symptoms when
The coughing begins

The prince of evil erupts
Cut you cunts into cutlets
You fuckin' faggot punks
A bunch of sluts that'll suck dick
We bust clips at cops
And trust kids with Glocks
We'll thrust in the ox of puss
Drips and drops
Rockin' bloody bone chains and veins
My cult's strange known to indulge in pain
Crack skulls, expose brains
While God's forsaken me there's carcass
Cooking in my bakery
Scraping off your skin and string it
Up my wall as drapery
Dramatically battering you
Emphatically splattering you
Sporadically ravaging like a scavenger do
Sharpen claws ripped and tore your shit
You're dead and sure to twitch, bitch
Your blood and piss is pouring
Out of every orifice corpse grisly and grim
I use my scissors to trim
The blue corset from the host
As I efficiently skin spin the record around
I chop your ventricles down
You'll see my tentacles found you
Now you enter the ground

Circle of Tyrants! Circle of Tyrants!
Attack you like the Dawn of the Dead