1. A TASTE OF MORBID BLISS

A pale image of a utopia ambles amidst our minds
Bringing the preordained suffering only happiness can provide

Awaiting disaster
Life is a massacre
Awaiting disaster
A taste of morbid bliss

A holocaust of opinions circulate when one creates
Dissected by the mental abyss joyful harps become a serpents hiss

Smiles come
And turn into frowns
Worlds shatter
In an instant
Life is drown

To truly know happiness one must know sorrow

Tender petals of a beautiful rose have a body of thorns
That's how they grow

A taste of morbid bliss.


2. OVERTURE OF DEMENTIA

(Instrumental)


3. COLD DEAD EYES

You left me in the dark
With desolate screams of myself
Ringing in my head
With thoughts of no tomorrow
Remembering the last word you said

I would rather die than hear you voice again
I would slit my wrists just so I could drown you
In my blood

I am now two minus one
Overcast has replaced the sun
The sky seems to be stained red
As the stench of you still lingers in my bed

My only reason for living is to see your demise
To change your laughs into cries to cut you open and expose your lies
And stare into your cold dead eyes
I'll introduce you to the end into the earth you will descend
(Now that you're finally dead I can't remember the last words you said).