Grasping At Her Open Throat Lyrics

I have an uncontrollable urge to prowl
On young and beautiful women
Once their process of decay begins
I take a part of them
Like natural pieces of art
I must possess a piece
I stalk them when it's dark outside
On their fears I feed

I worship their anatomy
Majestic and sweet
Round hips and thin waists
The elegance pleases me
Always on the move
Make me wish I could keep
At least a few as a trophy
They'll never, ever leave

Majestic
Feminine shells
My trophies clutter my lair
The beauty
Of their physical beings
It's hard not to stare

Call it killing
It can't be
For they all
Belong to me

Choking and grasping at her open throat
I'm the last thing she sees as she begins to choke
After her screaming soul disembodies
She goes to my collection of female bodies