Next Religion

Waters of oblivion Raining down terror Mausoleum of your fears Preying on your horror Your faith I demand I expect no less Sacrosanct command Your obedience I bless Author of sedition I am the next religion Obscurity a shroud I use to cloak myself in Conjuring up images To define your sins The pettiness of your idolization I laugh at your transgressions Primal need for deification I am your obsession God of war, God of the blind I am the god, in your mind Bringer of wisdom I am the next religion Cellar of Horror An innocent victim, it`s easy to pick them A young girl out walking alone I prowl the streets nightly So lock your doors tightly It`s best to just stay in your home Cruising by slowly, you might even know me Our next meeting will be your last Your pretty young pout, as I knock you out Tonight I am ending my fast Pure and unspoiled, I`ve troubled and toiled Over how to prepare such a dish Losing all fear, as the hour grows near Tonight I will get my wish Bound and gagged in my basement Subject to debasement Staring death right in the eyes Preparations begin, as I season your skin Oblivious to your muffled cries Starting to boil, you`re bathed in hot oil Your meat soon will fall from your bones Practically starving, you`re ripe for the carving A gourmond leaving no unturned stones The hunger sets in, I remove your skin Surveying the blood-stained room The rest of your flesh will stay Tupperware fresh Alone in a deep-freezer tomb... CELLAR OF HORROR