Time for new victim Looking for a fresh young girl Me and my saw There she is, waiting to be killed Helpless she falls down Raped after mutilation Now I'm standing here In blood-drenched clothes Her heart in my hands And her guts on the street Got what I came for Pumping mass for my creation The item for my dreamwork Surgical incisions, open ribcage Home-preserved corpse My spouse dearly departed Young engine for dead matter Clinical resurrection performed The eyes of my creation Stare at me, recognize Who I am, her love lost Emotionally overwhelmed Still confused, unsure at first Experience the intimacy again Soothing melancholic embrace Suddenly stabbed in the chest Through lungs and heart Now, it's my time to depart