Empty coffins, vacant graves I see every night I saw a grim tombstone with my name on it I need to harm, to deceive death I need to harm you Dieted with abdominal emphysema They persuade me that I am a deranged hypochondriac Nesting entemons under my skin by Ekbom’s syndrome Fervid engulfing of my proteins Mineralization of sable phalanges Everyday I excise some deeper Psilosis of consciousness and personality disorder My flesh and blood is disintegrating Thanatophoric cephalus can't keep dissolving psyche in check Dillatory annihilation of hippocampus and limbic system They say, I got caught during my feeding (when I feed, people die) They give me their offal, for me to imbibe them into vacuous putrid empyemas My squeaking vociferations, when I perceive my degloved hands Effluvium of dermis and upgrowing buboes Encrusting subdural hematoma soaks me with nidorous effluent (from inside) And this mass of vermin, scooping tunnels in my ulnar bursa Prefrontal leukotomy should help me But canines annexed into your zygoma will heal me faster They caught me again, when I affectively performed my act Subdued and thrusted into pissed straitjacket I am parching in my own hell Pleiad of vulgarisms and psycho-necrotic avowals stuns the inspectorate Now, they will fry my synapses with anodes I should kill myself a long time ago Fastened to bed with belts Ammeter needles are jumping, when my view is delaminating Incorporated faradaism, so emphatically perceptible Yet, I still can taste the sour corpses on my lingual tonsils Premortem tumulus This damnish lazaretto Neurotic mastication of midpalmar pellicle Cauterized frontal lobe (solo: “Adjustment of input voltage proportionally to psychotic overactivity”) Chlorpromazine and Tegretol don’t make any differ now Erroneously applied psychotropic drugs with gradual absorption Involuntarily enclosed into lunatic state By incompetent medicaster Sombre funeral shroud covers my face Made of white larvae and inky necrovorous parasites Sarcophaga carnaria are hatching from eggs laid on my occipital lobe I need to get rid of them (with knives and chiselers) Every night I forcegaze on black cadaver Adhered in nematodes and necrophagous coating I am engulfed in dug out mess I cannot breathe, drowning in necrotic cess… Antipathetic lunatic Murderous madman It’s all they see in me Expunged hopeless case… (solo: “Appraisal of histamine and tachykinin overproduction ratio, as an exponential constant of psychiatric pathology expansion”) (solo: “Crossed out of the patient inventory”)