Fractured - Becoming One lyrics

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.