Manual Manic Procedures 200 Stab Wounds

Dead, cold
Putrid body starts to mold
Decays slow
Lust for death begins to grow
Chopping, rotting
Slit your throat, gullet I hold

Hunt the victim
Run them down
Cut them slowly
Pool of blood will make him drown

Break the bones
Saw off the head
Sensations of evisceration
Desecrate the dead

Taste your fear
No one here
You and me
Left bleeding

Hunger inside
No reason why
Wondering how you look when you die
You and me
Left bleeding