M / Moker / The Scalpel's Lore
skin sliced open now wide spread dissect the flesh release the dread crimson blood gushes from a dark core drawn back by the scalpel's lore
I cut off your toes slowly one by one rip of your ears isn't it fun? I chop off your feet and throw them aside than break your nose and gouge out your eyes
I take out your spine and snap it in half I clean out your chest as I silently laugh I grab your head an I look you in the eyes as I stab you with my dark red knife
I chop off your head to keep as my prize cause you are my victim number five sever the lims, mutilate yank out the teeth, disintegrate a gag in each hand and on in your heart I rip off your skin and pull it apart I eat your brains, spit out the shell it taste so good now I'm going to hell
bloodlust has awoken me as I slaughter your remains cut you open watch you bleed rit the organs, tear them out
skin sliced open now wide spread dissect the flesh release the dread crimson blood gushes from a dark core drawn back by the scalpel's lore carve and shred pale skin to show the veins and nerves are pulverized below as blood seeps from the open sore drawn back by the scalpel's lore
flesh, pus, blood and bones my all time favorite things scabs, gashes, scar tissue, I slash with brutal swings brain, kidney, bones and flesh all together seem to mesh skin peeling off the flesh these are things I like the best Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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