Incessant desire for flesh   I chew on your face and mark it with stabs   Make you drown in its pity   As blood covers my face   Indulging my passion   In the devils embrace   Sadistic it may seem   And so it is!   Peremptory assassin   I've got some time to play   I thrive to kill   Can't talk me out of this   Was born with ill-will   Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart   Your skin is torn from tool grips   I crush your fingertips   Together with my conscience   The insatiable urge to smother   Confirms that I'm a killer   Deformed to the extreme   Now you know it's real   Violence and no remorse   No mercy on my quest   Impaled with demonic force   Severe bleeding chest   Saturated with blood   To smite   Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart   Your skin is torn from tool grips   I crush your fingertips   Together with my conscience