We're the chosen ones

We've damage done

We're kidnapped people from the streets

Mud under your feets

Waste in your eyes

We think you're public Mechandise

Give your soul a new hope

With a long rope

You wished you never met us

Wishes are nothing, but we are real

Dismember your body for a delicious meal

Nabbed - stored - ripped - cooked



(For a) death ritual



You lived your life in your perfect world

Thinking your money rules this fuckin' earth

Nobody hears you screaming now

Hanging with others like a slaughtered cow



(For a) death ritual



Now your bloody face

After the chase

Dead eyes & a trembling body

Hey, don't be afraid

I'm your prophet

I give your life an important meaning

In my holy tombs

There are many wounds

Broken bones, spiced girls, you'll vomit

Wishes are nothing, but we are real

Dismember your body for a delicious meal



(For a) death ritual



Call the people, do what you want

Nobody hears you, it's a pleasure to kill

My instrument's sharp, I'm cutting your skin

You don't lose, you can only win



(For a) death ritual



[Lyrics: Sepsis]