Cold skin to cut
The corpse lies dead and wet
A knife blade inserted
Into your anus
Carving out the intestines
Pulling them out of the hole
Bladder punctured
Piss secretes
And mixes with your blood
Hear those voices?
I hear them in my head
Telling me to murder
Again and again
Sometimes I think it's Satan
Telling me to kill
And other time I think it's spirits that enter my soul
It's time to kill again
I will take out my revenge
On your body and soul
In a grave you'll rot and mold
Putrefied headless corpse, missing body parts
Dissected torso leaks
Pus and fluids seep