Cortad's Syndrome

First daddy died, then Mikey died

Why am I so dead inside?

Maggots filled this head of mine

My tongue’s fly paper to catch the flies

I spit 'em out towards a wretched sky

Water tastes like insecticide

Watch it take out my sense of pride

It's a genocide of my gentle side

They so surgical with their masks

So I murder all in my path

No merciful in my wrath

I am a monster I can never be altered

Burning the altars

Watch 'em all perch with the vultures

Eating away

One day they'll all turn into sulfur

Dead in the head I was born like this, born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this, born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this

When they burned the bodies I smelled the smoke

From the hell below

Where they turned to zombies to sell their souls

To the highest bidder I'm high and bitter

In this crypt of mine no kryptonite

Just cryptic minds

Crimson-like when I draw the lines

A foggy life leaves me mystified

In this dream of mine full of Dramamine

Where I wanna sing but my screams are quiet

And my screams requite

Demons acquired

Deeming the choir all charlatans

Harlots in my audience

Watch the harlequins all get sawed to bits

Deadliness is next to godliness right?

Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this

Dead in the head I was born like this

Winter in Hell when the wind turns to hail

Hailed when they win, then wince when they fail

The wind in the sails all went to the sales

I'm assailing against them, scaling the fence with

Nails in the wrists, I'm impaled from the sales that they pitch

Which pales in comparison

Sinking again in the stale and the kitsch

Been drinking a fifth watching Tales From the Crypt

Yea I lift the bar

Never star-struck when I hit the stars

Never start something I can't complete

These heavy hearts hung in a gallery

These gallows swing, these gallows swing

They feed us shit like a Salo scene

These gallows swing, these gallows swing

Sparrows sing like they're caroling my God

They're as spooky as ever

More than you could imagine

Beautiful black bruises intact

Tactile abuse induce ipecac

A funeral mass I won't attend

I choose to be absent I don't pretend

And I don't believe in ghosts

But you could be that, yea, yea you could be that

(Spectres) ghosts of themselves

But they chose it themselves

Made a home for the Hell

Keep my eyes low when I know they're around

(Spectres) ghosts of themselves

But they chose it themselves

Made a home for the Hell

Keep my eyes low when I know they're around

(Spectres) ghosts of themselves

But they chose it themselves

Made a home for the Hell

Keep my eyes low when I know they're around

(Spectres) ghosts of themselves

But they chose it themselves

Made a home for the Hell

Keep my eyes low when I know

(Dead in the head I was born like this, I was born like this)

Ghosts all around me

Go away