Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh  Let my fingers feel your pure white skin  I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes  We're going to have a party, you and me  My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull  It wants to see the texture of your brain  My surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guy  Not cracked and weird like everybody else    Scream to your heart's content  As your veins I happily shred  Systematically slicing up your cheeks  Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic    Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk  Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck  What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head  Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to be  quite dead    Inserting safety pins,  Stimulated by my sins,  Your relics just for me    Cause I love you, can't you see?  Your pubes I pierce and slice  Punctured bladders my delight  Suppurating, shiny flesh  Bloody carcass quite a mess    Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse  The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause    Maggots I dislike  They impose upon my fun  My merrymaking ruined  By these rancid little worms    Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor  As I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore  Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall  Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all  Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass  Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash    Scooping up remains  Pouring into tins and jugs  Feeling clean and pure of mind  I'm a genius, not obnoxious...