Disassociate

Drool, on the lips of a fool
Breath, heavier than a tool
Eyes, insanely at roll
Reaper, hunt like a ghoul

One on the leash, fiery looking beast
Severe thy flesh, severe thy flesh
What he become! Now in wraith
Spewing the chant of death

Feed on the reddish fluid
Have thy on creep's fingers
Drip, as he lingers
Death's intent, feel he ardor

Rush with a killing intent
Lush of the vengeful incense
Reap of what thy will sow
Scream, as he linger thy sorrow

Necro! Necro! I'll have you in palm
Dance as I play sorrowers song
Look! For what I become
Grace! I chant on long

Psycho! Psycho! I leave it to mind
Tell of the tale of bruised canine
Alas! A crook may it seem
Look for what I become!