To Roast And Grind - Aborted

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 f*cking 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…