1. ERUCTATIONS OF CARNAL ARTISTRY

Random torture, suffer by my hand
Slicing and cutting, submit to my torment
Pierced with nails, wired to the ceiling
Reincarnated puppet, patched human being
Vacillating on the verge in a blaze of gory
Moulding the eructations of my carnal artistry

Gathering the insides, winnowing inferior guts
I sever and dismember, hack fervidly with gasping cuts

Muscular limbs, a perfect casket
The slenderest torso, how fanatic can I get ?
Different corporal parts, agglutinated with suture
From a mental delusion to a morbid stature

Rashes of skin, stitched from within
I'm pulling the strings, resurgence spreads its wings
Veins are dangling, bloody chunks exfoliate
Its countenance purses, the artifact expectorates
My creative is urge fed by engineering the dead
Excessive gore is what I need
To nurture my carnarstistic need


2. NECRO EROTICISM

Shovelling his way through the graveyard soil
Home of the deceased repository of vermin
Beads of perspiration are standing on his brow
Rutting glances in his bloodshot eyes
As he keeps on digging for the body in the ground

Taking the lid off the box, a stagnant odour arises
Revealing, creaking & grating
The carrion of a disabled gorgon, recently expired of Putrefaction. advanced leprosy & psoriasis. This emaciated corpse shall form my necrocorpolagnistic will

Gravedigger, slicing through the flesh
Rancid stench, emerging from the wound
Ornaments, necrotic utensil, he dressed up in their skin
Transvestite in extreme, squatting down, raping the corpses

Lunacy striken, he lets down his pants
Slaveringly, staring at the carcass

Gravedigger, peeling off the skin
Rancid stench, emerging from the wound
With surgical precision, meticulous dissection
He squats down, raping the corpses


3. TO ROAST & GRIND

Serialistic - Thriving on my lust to kill
A half gnashed torso skulpted at my will
Blood is pumping as I retract the cleaver
Necrotic fungus, man has found its redeemer

Enter into the realm of gore
Parisitic I feed on you worms
Where love is cancer and apathy is bliss
I - am an artist of coital bile
Forcing my ways into flesh with desire
Incinerations of those who stand amidst
More bodies for me to roast and grind...

Voluptiosly I trampled, rendered to snot
Savagely I lacerate, grinding your fucking face

Aroused by the pile of chunks
I must satisfie my needs
The gasping wounds are grasping
Around my flesh impaling cock
Upon your cadaver I piss...