Excess Is A Lifestyle Lyrics - Singles - Forgetting Skaro

I wake to the sea of bodies surrounding me 

The last sunrise for those soon-to-be corpses 

I lift my sleeping knife with glee 

And carve smiles into their dying faces 

I step outside to light up 

My cigarette and their worthless bodies 

Ive juiced their blood into my morning coffee cup 

Now witness their dry shells burn like paper 

Murder is the air I breathe 

And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need 

My fresh victims have almost expired 

I need more dead, dead, dead 

Excess is my lifestyle (and it keeps me sane) 

I am beckoned by the afternoon sun 

To feed my internal craving for blood 

Watch your lips beg at the mercy of my gun 

Your pathetic species are enslaved to my knees 

Pray to me, your master, your God 

Now once again the urge is screaming 

For a babys diaphragm to soothe my throat 

They entice my palate like puppies in a blender 

Murder is the air I breathe 

And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need 

My fresh victims have almost expired 

I need more dead, dead, dead 

Excess is my lifestyle (to the flames you will be wed) 

As the dawn breaks like a childs defenceless femur 

I suck the rich marrow for strength 

To rip off feeble phalanges 

They dance on my eager tongue 

Murder is the air I breathe 

And my knife supplies me the pleasure I need 

My tolerance for the living has expired 

I need more dead, dead, dead 

Dead, dead, dead 

Dead, dead, dead 

Dead, dead, dead 

I need more blood, bones, tears 

Blood, bones, tears 

Blood, bones, tears 

Excess is my lifestyle (and it keeps me insane)