Go Go Boots

Oh, you thin insipid lullabies of compliance 
  Do we not see the ripping flesh of countless pretty creatures 
  When they become the food of my grotesque lust 
  All bodies require food 
  It's their right 
  Defiled 
  Defiled 
  Defiled are they 
  Those who remain at the surface do so at their own peril 
  Those who dive beneath the surface glorify the grotesque 
  Glorify the grotesque 
  Uprooting ugliness to be their heroic standard 
  Ugliness my flag 
  Ugliness my flag 
  Be warned, you are marred 
  Misshapen 
  Measly 
  Your desperation is disfigured devotion 
  Beauty is the enemy 
  Acceptance of ugliness is the redemption of sanity 
  There is no beauty, only ugliness 
  There is no glamour, only ghastly blemish 
  All romance disfigured 
  All morals monstrous 
  All beauty our enemy 
  They are the elect to whom grotesque things bring only rapture 
  Genocidal chatter 
  Merely nodding 
  Ugliness is a form of genius 

  Can you hear me out there? 
  Can you hear me out there?  Do you remember that one? 
  Ok, well, there's your message