Insane Creations / Inorganic Echoes

Dark cellar full of rotten bodies

The floor is flooded with intestines

Time and again the sight gets me excited

Sweat is itching on my forehead

As I wade through the mass of decaying flesh

I pick up some bones and lick them

Harsh taste fills my mouth, I puke

Suppurating chunk is lying on the floor

Put it in my mouth and swallow

Feasting on the rotting flesh for hours

Four bodies hanging from the ceiling

Still alive, they beg for mercy

Slash and hack and murder them all

Rip and cut and laugh at their fall

Few limbs still twitch on the floor

Set the fire and make them burn

Nothing is sweeter than the burning flesh

I'm getting high and I won't resist

I hear them calling my name

And I still hear the screams echoing in my head

As I eat them we'll become as one

And as I shit and cum they'll take a new physical form

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Yet my hunger isn't satisfied

(New victims are so easy to find)

Maim and mutilate them as their caught

Toss the pieces on the walls

And furiously hack their skulls

Open the chests with a blunt knife

Rip-off your genitals and disembowel your guts