Stillborn Lyrics - Criminal

I sit upon 

An ornamented throne 

In front of those 

Who celebrate I'm gone 

My eyes of glass 

Witness the twisted mass 

They dance in joy 

I'm ignorance's toy 

Pure child 

Immaculate 

Cold, white 

And innocent 

I give release 

From life in pain 

I am idol 

I am their hope 

I'm dead 

Fanatic 

Ecstatic 

Obsessed 

Blessed with death 

Stench of mortality 

My body rots away 

They boil my flesh 

Prolonged decay 

Extending this insanity