The Somatic Defilement Whitechapel

Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion
Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway

Up on my feet, vehemence takes over
As I pave the way to anatomical feasts
Severing the ties I once endured
To understand why it is that I crave the dead

Going by my knowledge of popular culture

I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways
Wallowing in claret, I long for such salvation
For when I'm through, I shall wear your pride upon my lips
Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted

Before sepulture, I must purloin the genitalia
I must find pleasure when you're gone
An injection of sodium thiopental applied
Your eyes are getting heavy now, I smell your fear
Delusions and paranoia are setting in
Control in my hands, I now shall purge

With the saw, I maim
By the saw, I live
With the saw, I maim
By the saw, I live