 [Music - P. O'Brien, Lyrics - P. Mazurkiewicz]
Memory of the insane
Of killing in so man ways, homicidal
Seeking redemption through rage
With hacksaws I decapitated them all
Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated
Rotting flesh scattered around, I feel no remorse
I don't remember my name
Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly
Extracting the brains from the skulls
My anger evolves with the more heads I deform
Sawing the neck I am engulfed in fantasy
Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy
Utterly execerbated, forver deleterious
Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood
Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhore
Beheading sustains my desire
Enhancing my primitive mind
Annihilation without repreving
[Solo - O'Brien]
Memory of the insane
Of killing in so man ways, homicidal
Seeking redemption through rage
With hacksaws I decapitated them at will
Predacious, violent killing spree
Abolished, putrescent cadavers
Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity
Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death
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