Your time has come
you will suffer
It's my turn to act
You will die
On the ground
you will suffer
with my hand
you will die
blood will spray
you will suffer
can't escape
you will die
for years to come
you will suffer
for all eternity
you will fucking die
in my mind killing is fun
With the saw my carnage is done
in many pieces your body lays dead
Chop your fucking arm off and bash you in the head
rip apart the carcass and drain all the blood
sow scattered appendages back to one
your suffering will be forever held
In self, I will be the one to release it
for vicious pain
your corpse is now disembodied
I take the limbs and complete my sinful deeds
Patterns of death my artistic side of life
My purpose to terminate, destroy the re-create