I sit upon
An ornamented throne
In front of those
Who celebrate I`m gone
My eyes of glass
Witness the twisted mass
They dance in joy
I`m ignorance`s toy
Pure child
Immaculate
Cold, white
And innocent
I give release
From life in pain
I am idol
I am their hope
I`m dead
Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death
Stench of mortality
My body rots away
They boil my flesh
Prolonged decay
Extending this insanity
Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death