Theory Of Perfection

I'm proud of your lies
I laugh in front of your sacrifice
Bastard I want to be
Try to provoke my apathy!

Stand-up! I want to behold your body
I love to stroke your trembling flesh
Searching for perfection!

The tetrarchy of pain!

Theory of perfection the reign built on disdain
I'll give you a smiling son and his name will be hate
Reluctant creature of blame
Straight inside my eyes your cry will be mine
Kiss the Hierarch's boots
Fear my whip
A muse strips around the throne
I sit, I command, I greed

Educated to my virtue
I saw the Vice erected in shining ranks
Mine is the kingdom of derision
Creepy angels in a rotten brothel
Enjoying the sodomy against the Nature
Father! Your seed gushed in vain!