Vested in dementopia, government by lunatic Vestiges of hysteria in a legal system so sick A sovereign sanatorium, the policy of rule is insane Where moral restraints are overrun, Dementia Rex is to blame An ataxic coup is growing nascent Amok motivations are ingravescent Doctors deposed and jugulated in our white house of padded cages Our politico self-mandated, but psychosis will increase in stages Lacking the nourishment of maternity, we deemed ourselves brothers But found no solace in fraternity as the mad drew blood from each other Mansuete masses, the first to expire In a congerie of faeces, a visage is mired De-calcified ossuaries to break Waifen, flesh bags left cold and prostrate Dominance asserted with fisticuffs With shattered dentine, a countenance is stuffed Indoctrinated to pugilist acts A riot of two thousand maniacs The guts strewn from patulous torsos Our corpus juris in its final death throes Stewardship, icarian From unrestrained sadism A society undone It's a bloody bedlam Our hamartia's spun When scum is killing scum Thirsting for carrion It's a fucking bedlam [solo: "Marshall Law" by A. S. LaBarre] [solo: "The Atrocity Exhibition" by S. C. McGrath] [solo: "Politics Make Strange Dead Fellows" by A. S. LaBarre] [solo: "The Road to Hellville" by S. C. McGrath] No hope for mad minds, no hope for mankind Decerebration will clear their heads Total diaschisis will leave them for dead A masochistic population makes an abbatoir of the asylum No control over desquamation, Dementia Rex a panjandrum Suffering echopraxia as our late doctors' butchery is imitated Internecine bouts prove dour as my kingdom is extirpated A charnel house where bloodlust doth reign Extremities snapped and craniums brained A gallimaufry of prone brethren Organs excised and ordure placed therein From a praetorian psyches devolution An arterial spray, the fruits of revolution With grumous gore, the halls are replete As cardial pulses surcease their beats Stewardship, icarian From unrestrained sadism A society undone It's a bloody bedlam Our hamartia's spun When scum is killing scum Thirsting for carrion It's a fucking bedlam
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