I'm an expert of this art Know it at my heart All I do is cut it out The excess of human flesh
One by one, the piece I touch The drops of blood I shed Its smell permanently branded Deep into all my senses
Chop and chop, cut after cut Every touch is my passion
Something's missing in this work I can't concentrate Something's wrong with this little cut Something I can never fix
Pull it out, the skin of this man Till the flesh spread its sweet fragrance Pull it out, the skin of this man Till the flesh spread its sweet fragrance
Paint the room with the pus Fill the room with rots Paint the room with the pus Fill the room with rots
I'm the master of this perfect art!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
