Strangulation Mutilation
"Bodies they fill my dreams Twisted and mangled limbs Rotted and bloodied pulp Demise at the hands of me I can't control myself Eyes pop from skulls Hands at the base of neck Squeezing your life away Strangulation Mutilation Sick creation No explaination Mind rotted with disease Sickness was born within Lust after others' death Want to reveal entrails I can't control myself I slice your throat Laugh as I watch you blead Begin the surgery slice Put a knife in your chest Ribs spread open wide Tear through the organs inside Bloodlust satisfied death Bloodied cavity lays Drained of precious life Rot fills the halls of your air The bodies mean we arrived Running through my mind Another victim's eyes Having you with me 'till the moment of demise Hate fear lonely cries No remorse for the victim rob him of his life Question why? Burning deep inside."
Autor(es): Jungle Rot
