Grotesque Monument of Paraperversive Transfixion Lyrics

MY SEWING KIT IS READY, THE NEEDLE PIERCING THE DEAD SKIN
WITH THE THREAD MADE OF HUMAN TENDON
I ACT SLOW, THERE CAN NOT BE RUSH WHEN YOU CREATE ART
TO YOU THE DEAD ARE ALL THE SAME
NO MATTER IF IT IS A WOMAN, CHILD OR MAN
BUT I CHOOSE AND COLLECT MY CRAFTING MATERIALS
REALLY CAREFULLY, EVERY PART PICKED UP GENUINELY
I CUT THE THE BLACK DECOMPOSING TISSUES
I SLICE THE CHUNKS FROM THE BLISTERING CADAVER
MY INCISIONS ARE FLAWLESS
I SEPARATE THE SKIN, THE LIMBS AND GENITALS
CAREFULLY PICKING UP THE SPOTS
TO SEW THEM LATER BACK TOGETHER
I AM GUTTING OUT THE LIFELESS TORSOS
USING THE INNARDS FOR MY HOME DECORATION
I DISSECT THE BODIES AND TURN THEM INTO
THE ABOMINABLE SCULPTURE
THE PILLAR OF DISGUST AND DISINTEGRATION
HEADS ARE SEWN TO THE BOTTOM OF THE TORSOS
FACE PARTS MUTILATED AND REPLACED BY GENITALS
EYE SOCKETS ARE REPLACED WITH ANAL SPHINCTERS
VAGINAL CAVITIES FILLED WITH EYEBALLS
TORN APART MOUTH IS STUFFED WITH CHOPPED OFF DICKS
SEVERED LIMBS ARE RECONSTRUCTED AND REATTACHED
NOTHING GETS WASTED
I USE THE BONES TO CREATE THE HORRIFIC FURNITURE
SKIN AND SKULLS FOR DISGUSTING DECORATION
AND MY HOUSE OBSCENE ORNAMENTATION
I HAVE A COMPULSION TO DO MY ART
BUT YOU WILL LEARN TO APPRECIATE IT
LOATHSOME PROCREATION
I AM THE DEMIGOD, POSTMORTAL DESIGNER...