Corpus Mortale

The Illaffected

Corpus Mortale


I don't care about your impudent 
Attempts to gain my respect... 
I don't even care 
Whether you live or die 
To me you're nothing 
Nothing but filth... 
I can see that you're intimidated 
You've got a reason to be 
Afraid...And crumbling in the dirt 
Beneath my feet... 
Begging me to stop 
The persevering punishment... 
I disgust you I do not want 
To be a part... 
Of your game you are the true 
Traitor... 
I can see you aren't initiated 
Your fake face will expose 
That you are weak... 
Your innate talent for irritation 
Is driving me insane 
The repeated ill-treat of you 
Will give me the voluptuous feeling 
That I crave... 
In the end 
You'll be the one to feel 
That all you've ever done 
Will come back to you in twice the treat...