My monument is progressing   Bereft is thy deed of completion   By all means you'll be alive   But not intact   I've sewn your lips to smile   With your own defecation on your lips   I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face   Abnormally disfigured designs, you observe the genesis of my abattoir   Reality accepted, you have no choice but to comply with my scalpel, and my liscence to kill   Anal seepage flowing, I can't repress the urge   Thy coprophagist shall ingurgitate the filth   Grinding at your head with my bonesaw breaking zygoma   I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive   She cried out helplessly again   I ripped her limb from fucking limb   Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth   I will spit right in your fucking face   How does it taste   After the lips are sealed below your waist   You will never fuck again   My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside   Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust   Byproducts of digestion soak the floor   I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste   Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster   As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice   The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work   No anasthesia applied, this will be everlasting   In the name of anatomy   I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine