But found no solace in fraternity as the mad drew blood from each other
Mansuete masses, the first to expire
In a congerie of faeces, a visage is mired
De-calcified ossuaries to break
Waifen, flesh bags left cold and prostrate
Dominance asserted with fisticuffs
With shattered dentine, a countenance is stuffed
Indoctrinated to pugilist acts
A riot of two thousand maniacs
The guts strewn from patulous torsos
Our corpus juris in its final death throes
Stewardship, icarian
From unrestrained sadism
A society undone
It's a bloody bedlam
Our hamartia's spun
When scum is killing scum
Thirsting for carrion
It's a fucking bedlam

[solo: "Marshall Law" by A. S. LaBarre]

[solo: "The Atrocity Exhibition" by S. C. McGrath]

[solo: "Politics Make Strange Dead Fellows" by A. S. LaBarre]

[solo: "The Road to Hellville" by S. C. McGrath]

No hope for mad minds, no hope for mankind
Decerebration will clear their heads
Total diaschisis will leave them for dead
A masochistic population makes an abbatoir of the asylum
No control over desquamation, Dementia Rex a panjandrum
Suffering echopraxia as our late doctors' butchery is imitated
Internecine bouts prove dour as my kingdom is extirpated
A charnel house where bloodlust doth reign
Extremities snapped and craniums brained
A gallimaufry of prone brethren
Organs excised and ordure placed therein
From a praetorian psyches devolution
An arterial spray, the fruits of revolution
With grumous gore, the halls are replete
As cardial pulses surcease their beats
Stewardship, icarian
From unrestrained sadism
A society undone
It's a bloody bedlam
Our hamartia's spun
When scum is killing scum
Thirsting for carrion
It's a fucking bedlam