Vicer Exciser - Whitechapel

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

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 bone saw 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 anesthesia applied

This will be everlasting

In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine