From the Torso 歌詞

Maybe death is the fucking solution Beneath this cold flesh Hunger dwells within my core Inside this cracked shell My soul is scarred once more Consuming the weak Unleashing a storm of atrocities Unholy reckoning Shattered on the floor Like I consume the hate in you It festers deep, corrupting through The rot takes hold, it seals your fate Succumb to rage Rip the flesh From the torso I rise to the call of screams and my severed dream As it breaks The weight of its grip drags me under the earth Fingers like daggers, they shatter my nerves Stripping the past I have buried in vain The marrow ignites, set ablaze in my veins Maybe death is the fucking solution From the torso