I hope you like the bitter taste
Of my hands creating art with your face
Been on your scent for days
It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away

I make art from the corpses
Lined up in my basement
Enter the diary of a dope fiend
Who's favorite drug is hacking and murdering

You're the sickest creation
My eyes have ever seen
Your lies are pathetic
Its disgusting you ever touched me

Putrid waste drip slowly from their bodies
Decomposing
Mold grows from the maggots and the flies
Disgusting displays of pure merciless, torture and evil waste
Scraping the features and the flesh from your fucking face

I hope you like the bitter taste
Of my hands creating art with your face
Been on your scent for days
It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away
I hope you like the bitter taste
Of my hands creating art with your face
Been on your scent for days
It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away

Lips sewn together so you can't scream
Eyelids removed so you can look at me
Lips sewn together so you can't scream
Eyelids removed bitch look at me
Now

This is what you'll get
Entering the grasp of a masked killer
This is what you'll get
When you fuck with a psychopath

There was no accident in my plans
Of dismantling your body to pieces
There was no accident in my plans
Of dismantling your body to pieces

Torn limb for limb
Like lamb to the slaughter
Dismembered flesh
Creating my masterpiece