Cotard Lyrics


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”)