Cold skin to cut   The corpse lies dead and wet   A knife blade inserted   Into your anus   Carving out the intestines   Pulling them out of the hole   Bladder punctured   Piss secretes   And mixes with your blood      Hear those voices?   I hear them in my head   Telling me to murder   Again and again   Sometimes I think it's Satan   Telling me to kill   And other time I think it's spirits that enter my soul      It's time to kill again   I will take out my revenge   On your body and soul   In a grave you'll rot and mold   Putrefied headless corpse, missing body parts   Dissected torso leaks   Pus and fluids seep