Disdain The Mournful (Fleshgrind)

Your mind perceives impulsive thoughts of violence, A release from the pain of living by addicting to the pain of others A release so fulfilling... Deprivation of senses Your opaque thoughts cloaking your frailty Overwhelming portrayals of a life perishing Like the birth of an unexpected still Fading feelings of guilt, flux, solidifying into temptation Of relieving a useless existence just to pacify a greed The itch of your fingers, pressing on the choking, twitching neck The rush of senseless life slipping away As you scrape their existence, you can hear their faint helpless heaving Although overwhelming, sick, dependant, twisted passion Is what finally fails them sadly of their lives Extracting their last breath, the ridding of the primitive [repeat] You disdain the mournful!!