Senile Decay Lyrics

Senile Decay

Tearing at it's boney face

It lifts it's wretched hand

And tells a
tale of history

In hell lifes contraband

Putrid smells pour from
it's lips

It's eyes begin to bleed

Lost elixir of life

Baby
maggots feed



It's a creature loved by children

Oh if they
could know the hell

Hair reclining life declining

Vomits at it's
own sweet smell

Laughing at it's ripe melasma

Skin begins to rot
and peel

Graveolent dry catamenia

Open wounds that never heal

 

 Losing all it's sense of senses

Dyspnoea closing in

Waiting for it's day of judgement

End this phthisic state it's it

Is this an eternal torment

For one who tried to outlive time

Will we ever know the answer

Dysphony should be a crime



Senile decay you've seen a million seasons

Cast in hell by time for
treason