You'll never know what I've done There's no witnesses
Nothing can touch me here, it's my church
Women and children they are my playthings,
worship their dead bodies, this is my church

Incision begins below the second ri
The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within
Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick,
and my dick gets so hard, it's in pain

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out
With scalpel in hand I take your insides out
If you could only see the things that I've done
If you were alive you might think this' fun

Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood
I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps
Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror,
my madness has just begun

Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air
My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold
Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth,
runs down her fucking neck

Can't explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat
I think of her family and the kid I'll never meet
Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor,
and I come inside my Morguewhore

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out
With scalpel in hand, I'll take your insides out
If you could only see the things that I've done,
if you were alive you might think this' fun