Perfect image granted life and soul
Full of promise, fate belongs to you
Free to choose, aware of right and wrong
Clear to make the world below your own
Torn your soul apart
You're crippled in your heart
You were brought into this life
A beast you have become
You're perversion glorified
A token of what I most despise
Trusting you, they were just left to rot
Mortified, displeased, unwell, distraught
Hurt to gain without a second thought
Praise the grief you brought
Torn your soul apart
You're crippled in your heart
You were brought into this fife
A beast you have become
You're perversion glorified
A token of what I most despise
Oh, you're the beast personified
Oh, a token of it all that I despise
