Aftertaste Of The Emaciated - The Red Death

Vomit soaked dreams of perfection

Stain the procelain bowl

Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

Throwing back into our faces the putrid values

It was gifted

Skin deep and unnatural

We weep mourning

The glancing blows

Of a lance designed to mold

Urns carring the cure to a diseased body

As told by the godly dictators of the image factory

The aftertaste of the emaciated

Omit soaked dreams of perfection

Stain the procelain bowl

Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

Throwing back into our faces the putrid values

It was gifted

Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

The bile of the rail thin subjected on us

Vomit soaked dreams of perfection

Stain the prorcelain bowl

Of sorrow feeding upon our imperfections

Throwing back into our faces the putrid values

It was gifted

We are more than the flesh we keep

We are more than the desire of perfeciton s

Kin deep and unnatural

Vomit soaked dreams skin deep and unnatural

We weep mourning the glancing blow

Of a lance designed to mold

We are more that the flesh we keep

We are more than the desires of perfection