Letras de Musicas

fascination with mutilating the dead

I view internal organs during disembowelment

draped in your intestines there’s nothing left

no evidence of your life or your existence

no skin tissue or fragments

you have dropped off the earth

post mortal

cease to exist

fuck your soul

awaiting troop of sickness

extinction of the weak

dropping off the face of the earth

I file your teeth down

blow your head off at point blank range

with a sawed off shotgun

mutilation of the dead

high on drugs fucked up

immortal I’m god

your god can eat shit

pure hatred

fuck you

cutting you from your crotch up

removing your fucking guts

puncturing vessels

severing your breasts and sewing them on myself

I fondle them slowly

nauseated from the sight of the dead

salivating from my mouth

butchering bodies

exploring pleasures deep within your bowels