Under the flesh Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed Their coldness induces me endless defilement, Re-occurring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation A cannibalistic necrophilia violating the body, putrefied, Moldering, gorging on the rotted flesh Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks As I rip the corpse in half Human shit for nourishment Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying, As their bowels let loose defecation flows down My throat excremental injestment Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead One's eyes my fantasy of murder Incarnated open wounds gushing, Blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched, No one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash Her body used for my sick desires The blood thirst I can't control Many more must suffer Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel The gore enrages me All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart Liver quivering at my feet Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment, Cutting through arteries nerves exposed Feel the power of pain