Chris Harding - Abattoir lyrics

I want your limp body, serving at my will I don't want you breathing my f**ing air, after the sh** you carried out This is now my will, I will have you bowing at my feet (f**) can you understand this postulated pain I have thought about for so long? Now I will distort your thoughts with the torture you'll only remember Remember this f**ing face Sawing at your throat, piercing your jugular Now I stand here laughing as you belch blood from your neck As I penetrate your corpse, I reconcile the feelings you tore from my chest We both know you're a lying c*nt, but the only lying you'll do is in your f**ing grave