The pride I have with being the bringer of death
Exhume, embalm, and drain their blood
With the scalpel I dissect and pierce the chest
I want their fucking heart
Cold to my touch, I feel the muscles twitch
A sense of ecstasy
With every cut their skin changes hue
I save a piece of flesh
As I slice their jugular
Lying dead in defeat
No sense of memory
I want their fucking head
Now the time has come
I remove their guts
Removing the intestinal vacuum
A dead shit scented aroma fills the room
No signs of rotting
Our body heat rises
Seductive incisions
I mutilate
Sexual organ
Is off in one slice
I've halfed their scrotum
Affirming torture
No life in my hands
The end has just began
I watch the soul leave their eyes
Abusing I jigsaw the corpse
I hear their screams while I cut
I try to block them out
They fight as the knife goes in
Screaming hard they beg me to stop
Parts assimilate
My grotesque art
Perverted mess
An erotic display
I've humiliated the willing corpse
Vulnerable, the vile dead
Parts assimilate
My grotesque art
Perverted mess
An erotic display