Stomach slashed open, he wields his blade
Obsessed with flesh from evil he was made
In my own blood soon my killer will wade
Puts glass into my mouth, a diet grim
Fills me up with pain above the brim
Vomit of blood ominous sing
Puts my health on a steady decline
Terrifying scum bastard of the earth
Life turns into torture amid its darkened mirth
Flooding blood from every hole
Carving out the remains of my soul
Steaming out of my eyes, what a terrible deed
The more I pray for mercy the more I bleed
Sacrificed to the freak
Still alive but so weak
His obsession will put me to death
And he smiles when I take my last breath
Artist: The Jazz Butcher
Artist: Oakenfold
Artist: Antonio Pinto