incessant desire for flesh i chew on your face and mark it with stabs make you drown in its pity as blood covers my face indulging my passion in the devils embrace sadistic it may seem and so it is peremptory assassin i ve got some time to play i thrive to kill can t talk me out of this was born with ill will mutilated into art as your suspended ribs comes apart your skin is torn from tool grips i crush your fingertips together with my conscience the insatiable urge to smother confirms that i m a killer deformed to the extreme now you know it s real violence and no remorse no mercy on my quest impaled with demonic force severe bleeding chest saturated with blood to smite mutilated into art as your suspended ribs comes apart your skin is torn from tool grips i crush your fingertips together with my conscience