Pronounce your last words
‘Cause there’s no turning back
Drowned by death
Decrepit inflicted
Decay
Inventory of corpses
Now that this is all mine
Impatient to wear the skin
Innocence immaculate
Taking my time to behold the dead prey
Selected consciously with patience and persistence
Each second develops the anger that I obey
But the time reminds me to focus on her
I remember the words
Begging for mercy on her
No pity for a puppet
I’m not weak
I mean it
I remember the screams
Filling my sadistic mind
With lovely pleasure and her innocence immaculate
The rust on my sharpen blade
Executing well the dismemberment of the body with care
That’s an exquisitely carved suit on her skin
I cannot believe that this is real
I laugh as long I see myself into the mirror
The prettiest clothes I could never wear
The aura of the deceased still emanates from her skin
I can’t understand
What I see is the fate of dead skin turned to a suit
The most depraved activity
It’s a thrill
I don’t understand why the people don’t want to become like that
The beauty incarnated by the living women
Becomes the sublimed of the gore
What I see is the fate of dead skin turned to a suit
I remember the words
Begging for mercy on her
No pity for a puppet
I’m not weak
I mean it
I remember the screams
Filling my sadistic mind
With lovely pleasure and her innocence immaculate
I can only worship a dead woman