Abstract Dissection Lyrics

Smashing heads into the concrete
finding ways to make my soul complete
pounding, smashing, sounds of skulls cracking
how much longer till the bitch stops faking?

I'll tear that tea cosy off your head
and tape your entrails to the foot of my bed
grind for passion not fashion, to steal a phrase
dissecting her flesh to immortalise the gaze

carved apart

grinding away at the flesh of her body
tearing at the entrails
satisfy self with septic sodomy,
the butcher never fails
i am the bringer of this mortification
endless seeker of ass-to-mouth satisfaction
pursuer of fucked-up masturbation
i've bodies to butcher and filth to purvey