My eyes well with tears as I'm pinned to the floor Pants full of fear, held at the throat by an attack dog A blood curdling cackle emits from a shadow
A sultry, wicked femme fatale with blotchy skin all pale and sweet, A sickly facial glow with holes and gaps dotted along her rotten teeth Hair drawn
Misspent time lavished with prime-evil Unable to escape, exhaled in black The breaking of chains, saliva in stain Developing need, lustrous disdain Skinless
Got me dead drunk Shaking, sweating, smelling death Ethanol venom on my breath Wake up each day to feel this pain Looks like Ive done the bad thing again
Darkness descends on my world once again Straining to see the truth in front of me Clawing through broken glass, tears and cuts Floor drenched in death
A lurking street urchin by the day, Whose conning ways offer a lowly wage So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn I
Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
The Casket lid ripped open A festering, rotten corpse The stench of putrefaction Just makes me thirst for more Pustulous blisters bursting Hair comes
Torture now follows my name Amputation and killing becomes a game Pain and agony is what they feel As I slip them the drug that heals Removing and decapitating
One injection, one infection One injection and the dead are resurrected One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead Now there is nowhere left
Bound and gaggd in a black pot Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt Marinated slowly in a secret sauce Roasted and served as sumptuous course They
[John Wayne Gacy] My name is John and I dress as a clown, thirty one bodies I've buried underground A construction worker I like building flats and pulling
Go forth and multiply society gains and you're sentenced to die Blinded by lies, savage disdain and the fallen arise Beneath the fabric loyalist games
It's a horroday in Haiti, as I'm raised up from the dead Tasting clotted goats bood and long pigs rotten flesh Reborn a tyrant of the soul and created
Broken and dishevelled resorting to desperate measures Catatonic and determined seeking out human treasures A vicious predator in the dead of night Hunting
Emaciated stiff Nauseating tepid whiff Putrefaction dank in smells Intoxicating infestation But most of all, Putrefaction Aroma of rot, house of necropsy
Tightly tied to a wooden bed Twisted thoughts run through my head A sharpened blade, I push it in Red blood quickly covers my skin I feel the orgasm's
Hacksore cutting through my veins Drill bits drilling in my brain Buckled down with tightening chain The slow excruciating pain Hooked chains cutting
