Found her in a field, she's been dead for days Livid turning purple Rotten blood is pooling, deep within her flesh No one recognized her Zipped up in a body bag, carted to my morgue For examinations Lurid autopsy, making the incisions I become excited
The dissection
Cutting deeply, in her body Blackened blood smears on my face as I unwind your organs Stench of death now fills the room where I will do my bidding
Your death is foul
Autopsy reveals that you were killed by blunt objects Cranial fragments lodged in your cerebral cortex Neck bones are shattered by someone's rage and deep hatred Eyeballs are bulging from your head, staring in anguish Sexual trauma is evident in all places All points of entry are ragged, torn up, open wide - left for dead The dissection
The slashes on your torso indicate a long ordeal Some wounds already healing, others surely postmortem Your legs are twisted backward, mangled limbs, a long ordeal The punishing was heinous, brutally you lost your life
Found her in a field, she's been dead for days Livid turning purple Rotten blood is pooling, deep within her flesh No one recognized her Zipped up in a body bag, carted to my morgue For examinations
Autopsy reveals that you were killed by blunt objects Cranial fragments lodged in your cerebral cortex Eyeballs are bulging from your head, staring in anguish Sexual trauma is evident in all places, a dead whore
She's done, no more, the dissectionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
