Criminal - Stillborn lyrics

I sit upon An ornamented throne In front of those Who celebrate I'm gone My eyes of gla** Witness the twisted ma** 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 d**h Stench of mortality My body rots away They boil my flesh Prolonged decay Extending this insanity Fanatic Ecstatic Obsessed Blessed with d**h