The Supreme Art Of Derangement (Fleshgrind)

I am your mind, I am your thought Confined with my on disturbed existence Through the sickening, supreme art of derangement Regretfully, you disdain my art As you become my next victim That of death, and domination You will soon see my developed system I have called the supreme art of derangement I control you Waiting, hunting, so patiently You're like a child, so naive to the fact That I will strip you of life Your ignorance is so pathetic Strategically, to my advantage In these depths that I call my mind Desensitized to the fact that you are now dead You lay there calm and quiet So serene and tranquil, still I am your blood, I am your rupture I am your dominion I am your suffering You have since expired, but who is really truly dead I, I am your power, I am your God Dictating your actions, I am your only light All hope, of us escaping, is completely gone Come with me my children, don't forget you chose this I control your life now, I have since perfected.. The supreme deed, the supreme need Supreme art of derangement Why can't I see, how can't I see? That it is I, who is deranged I cannot see, how could it be Since it is I who perfected The supreme deed, the supreme need, The supreme art of derangement!