The Stench of rotting flesh,
in my butchers room of d**h.
Play the god,
of our facade—
choking on your final breath.
I need to skin you alive,
I need to feed my mind.
I need to feast on your soul,
like a snake I'll consume you whole.
Little lamb fit for the slaughter,
lying still born in my hands.
Tearing flesh, stripped to the bone.
This is what my will commands.
Frozen d**h is all that's left.
To absorb you and become one.
Aching eyes, that you might have met,
but you will never ever forget.
I need to skin you alive,
I need to feed my mind.
I need to feast on your soul,
like a snake I'll consume you whole.