Let it rot, let the fluid run out
Which the body no longer pumps
All within settles and decomposes
Into fleshy and rancid lumps
Didn’t go to school to get my PhD in suffering
I’m a natural born tormentor
All those who glance my way in disrespect
Are mutilated and dismembered
Pain, my ultimate game
I’m the surgeon from hell
What you call painful I call comedy
I find all my bliss in human suffering
You are food
To the flies
I am glad
That you died