Still haunted by those savage dreams The mind obsessed by blood and guts Fiction shapes reality The thirst for pain must be satisfied A grotesque sense of relief follows every act of violence Blood from slaughtered rats and insects covers the butcher block
Stab and stab again Maim without control I, I killed them, I killed them all They are dead, they will never breathe again
Now the prey increase in size, neighbors lose their animals Dissected pets cut into pieces, burned to ashes in the stone Still craving more blood and intestines Animals can't satisfy the urge The taste for cutting into human flesh will now be unleashed
Chained to the wall the butchery will begin Knives and axes carve through their skin Pliers remove tendons and bones Chainsaw ending the reaping of their souls
Strengthened with an increased technique, to kill and cut the flesh A growing mental orgasm when the hands get drenched in blood The appetite for human kills is totally out of control Lunacy and butchery walk brutally hand in hand