Feasting the Whore Lyrics

My wife has been long pregnant, I'm tired of her whining
Deep inside my sick mind I fantasize of dining
Her different moods are really getting on my nerves
I see the dinner ready, with her fetus served

I wait as she goes to sleep. I stay silently still
Grinning by myself, soon I'll get my fill
Slowly I reach to my sharp kitchen knife
Feel the adrenaline rush as I stab my wife

Never will you moan, you spoiled whore
Rage is filling me, I carve another sore
I cut her stomach open and gut her like a pig
Time for her to die, Impale her eye with my dick

Fetus on the floor, I urinate and stomp on it
I hang the dead whore and beat it with a stick
Like a human piñata, bruised and fucking beaten
I plunge my head into uterus, she surely will get eaten

Oh I love the taste of newly deceased flesh
Cut off her fingers and with them I play a little chess
Roast the pieces of her butt and soon I'll have a feast
More and more I crave, cannot satisfy this inner beast