oh you thin, insipid, lullabies that complain / of compliant*   do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures?   and they become the food of my grotesque lust   all bodies require food, it's there right      defiled   defiled   defiled are they   those who remain on the surface do so at their own peril   those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque   glorify the grotesque   uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard   ugliness my flag   ugliness my flag      be warned, you are marred   misshapen   measly...      your desparation is disfigured devotion   beauty is the enemy   acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity   there is no beauty, only ugliness   there is no glamour, only ghastly blemish   all romance disfigured   all morrows monstrous   oh beauty our enemy   they are the elects* to whom grotesque things bring only rapture      terricidal chatter   merely nodding   ugliness is a form of genius      [can you hear me out there? can you hear me out there? i remember that one]      okay well, there's your message.