Severe Catatonia In Pathology

Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh

Let my fingers feel your pure white skin

I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes

We're going to have a party, you and me

My little hatchet's edge is longing for your skull

It wants to see the texture of your brain

My surgery's a lark, I'm a wacky guy

Not cracked and weird like everybody else

Scream to your heart's content Ah your vein I happily shred

Systematically slicing up your cheeks

Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic

Intestine I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk

Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck

What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head

Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible an

you seem to be quite dead Inserting safety pins

Stimulated by my sins Your relic's just for me

Cause I love you, can't you see? Your pubes I pierce and slice

Punctured bladders my delight Suppurating, shiny flesh

Bloody carcass quite a mess Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse

The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause Maggots

I dislike They impose upon my fun My merrymaking ruined

By these rancid little worms Globs of bodliy juices drop and splat upon the floor

As I drag your festering corpue, oozing sticky strings of gore

Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall

Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all

Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass

Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash Scooping up remains

Pouring into tins and jugs Feeling clean and pure of mind

I'm a genius, not obnoxious