Your time has come you will suffer It's my turn to act You will die On the ground you will suffer with my hand you will die blood will spray you will suffer can't escape you will die for years to come you will suffer for all eternity you will fucking die in my mind killing is fun With the saw my carnage is done in many pieces your body lays dead Chop your fucking arm off and bash you in the head rip apart the carcass and drain all the blood sow scattered appendages back to one your suffering will be forever held In self, I will be the one to release it for vicious pain your corpse is now disembodied I take the limbs and complete my sinful deeds Patterns of death my artistic side of life My purpose to terminate, destroy the re-create