Rigor Mortis

I retain their liberty trapped inside rigid bodies

They must be controlled, ordered, they need a guide

All ideas will break like their inflexible corpses

With my hands and my will, I suffocate all voices

All free ideas should be killed by me

There is no reason to let them think

They have to believe that freedom is a sin

They must know all is ruled by me

You follow me, you oey me, I'm the mighty one

Your life is mine, your mind is mine, you live in rigor mortis

I create icons, just so they follow

If they don't, they shall perish in eternal sorrow

I have their lives, souls, minds and all freedom

I will not leave alive anything that breathes

They just feel fear, because of me

They'll never know who took their lives

We have your soul, you are a miserable mistake

You kneel now, behold I am the snake

We have your soul, you are a corpse without a face

You kneel now, behold yout fall from grace

The existence is not for you

You are living in my World

All this disgrace it's all for you

You are living in my chaos