Whitechapel - Somatically Incorrect lyrics

There are no bonds between
A mastermind of Armageddon
And the ones who vomit
Forth their fabrication
Of a life that is blinded by lies
Funny how it all works out

This is my chance to control
You're lying on the shards
Talking to yourself, your innards exposed
Laughing uncontrollably
Crushing your anatomy
Delusional psychosis has it's grip on me
I just can't fucking wait
I have the upper hand to
Do whatever I please
I'm in love with the fact
That you're looking at me
While you take your last gasp of air

Crawl back into your comforting hole
Keep promising yourself that
Salvation will come

I really don't think you know the
Life that you could have
Just keep thinking everything will be alright
Keep thinking you can hide from destiny
I'll keep haunting every move you make

Let me inside your mind
Let me inside your mind
Let me inside your mind
Let me inside your mind

I prefer you to defend yourself
I prefer you to defend yourself

Schizophrenia interrupts the scene
Of attention
Let's see how long this will last
It's normal to dismember
It's normal to contain no regrets
For what I have caused
And the dramatic effect

My vision's spinning, my nose is bleeding
Everything is slowly distorting
This is somatically incorrect

Through hell you will walk to even
Get the slightest moment of peace
You haven't even gotten anything close
To what you deserve it's set in stone
And putrefaction will be my oxygen
Recite your pledge to death and
Don't forget to die

Choke (choke) , choke (choke) , choke (choke)
On the false hope