Step into my house of pain
Witness my glorious reign
Corpses piled high
My testament to a murderous life
The trophies of a seasoned killer sewn together
What a piece of art
Living for the thrill of the kill
These corpses embody this man's broken mind
The stench of rotting flesh fills thee air
Can you taste the despair?
Collecting corpses
Putrefying them
Hardening dead flesh
Time to build a wall
Look up closely inspect thee artistry
Their skin stitched together perfectly
You can still see the pain in their eyes
The moment of death immortalized
Hanging on the wall like trophies
My victims all wearing a permanent smile
Go on look up closely all of them harvested at the ripe age
Complete symmetry
Something is missing
None were good enough
Fucking worthless sluts
Delicate fragile
Skin embalmed in wax
My knife work insane
I am harvesting
Yeah
Mesmerized by her body parts
Her skins so soft be careful who you trust
I will never stop
I'm too addicted to the rush
I am the human butcher
Their organs shall feed the poor
Flesh on flesh
Witness the wall of corpses
I will never stop
I'm too addicted to the rush
