No Arrival Lyrics

The blade rests in the kitchen drawer

Awaiting arrival of dark thoughts images and slideshows that repeat

In my mind, retrace and refine

Until the utmost perfection of slaughterous

Insidious, and misunderstood aspirations are met

Aspirations are met

I will tie anchors to my legs

And walk straight into the sea

The ocean waves sway and corrode

Every last one of my sins

Go get the fucking knife

This reflection of myself

Is skewed by the arch of the blade

Matching the curves of human flesh

Stretched around blood and bones

Clench the hilt and inhale

Make a masterpiece

This aromas wrestling the nostrils of the repulsed

As I feast on the flesh of the weak

I am the Monster, hiding in your cities streets

I am the devil, hiding in sheep's clothing

I am the answer, to the questions you've been looking for

There will be no arrival

The afterlife is a lie

I will watch with pleasure

As the life in you is surrendered

Another day another body

I will not stop until I myself am sacrificed

Until I myself am sacrificed