This is last time you're gonna make us see your face.

We are so sad you've died and so disgraced.Your smell is like dirty blood. 
Gore, sweet gore.They are here waiting for your word, you're no more their lord.I have just opened your heart. I read. "We all will meet in hell".Your last words. 
Again this damned smell.Your eyes no more shine red, your light is dead.With all your sins you raped yourself by yourself.This is about the cadaver.

How can it be that everything around me *is a dream ?
I sleep and delusions is all I see.
Wake me up. Wake me up.
Is it some kind of synesthesia I created ?
So I see the voice and taste the view ?
A thousand eyes watch me die,
While a billion toungues lick my arms.
What I see isn't what I get for none of those is else but dead.

Why can't the end be thrown right to my face
When I'm ready to endure its pains ?

And why does the sound of decay
must remain silent when I enter the
PLACE ?
Do I look too appallingly to you ?

What must be done - shall be done.
What must be shown, even blind must know.
If I can't hear then do I have my ears ?
If I cannot discover the world than what do I have to live for ?