This cold, sharp knife,
Carves smoothly down her neck,
It slits open her soft throat,
Allowing me to fuck her mouth from inside out,
My cock slides in through her neck,
The blood forms a warm lubricant,
I always use the serrated blade,
So I can still feel resistance,

Even as the life drains out of her,
Even as the life drains out of her,

This cold sharp knife,
Silences her pained screams,
Her agonizing shouts,
Fade into a fucking whisper,
I can see God in her eyes,
He fades along with her consciousness,
The chief of the villagers,
Applauds my persistence,

Even as the life drains out of her,
Even as the life drains out of her