Stab and Stab Again - Cut Up

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