Vicer Exciser Whitechapel

My monument is progressing
Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you'll be alive, but not intact
I've sewn your lips to smile
With your own defecation on your lips
I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face

Abnormally disfigured designs
You observe the genesis of my abattoir
Reality accepted, you have no choice but to comply
With my scalpel and my license to kill
My license to kill

Anal seepage flowing, I can't repress the urge
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgitate the filth

Grinding at your head with my bonesaw, breaking zygoma
I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive
She cried out helplessly again, I ripped her limb from fucking limb
Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth

I will spit right in your fucking face
How does it taste?
After the lips are sealed below your waist
You will never fuck again