Chainsaw Dissection

Dissecting your living corpse with a worn out chainsaw

Your guts flow free as your face twists and curls

Into a pale horrid smile you spit and groan

With a hate for all life and a thirst unquenched by your death

Bones crack twist and break ribs stand on edges like the teeth on a shark

And your innards have surely changed just like your eyes seem to stare

And then you spit vomit and gasp for air

I draw the screeching saw through the murky, rotting flesh

I split your jaw in half from bottom up

And still you spit as your tongue´s ripped out

And now, piece by piece you still don´t rest