My monument is progressing Bereft is thy deed of completion By all means you'll be alive But not intact I've sewn your lips to smile With your own defecation on your lips I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face Abnormally disfigured designs, you observe the genesis of my abattoir Reality accepted, you have no choice but to comply with my scalpel, and my license to kill Anal seepage flowing, I can't repress the urge Thy coprophagist shall ingurgitate the filth Grinding at your head with my bonesaw breaking zygoma I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive She cried out helplessly again I ripped her limb from fucking limb Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth I will spit right in your fucking face How does it taste After the lips are sealed below your waist You will never fuck again My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust Byproducts of digestion soak the floor I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work No anasthesia applied, this will be everlasting In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine