Whose Spine Is It Anyways - Goratory

A plead for life just before your dead

A pitchfork punches through your fucking head

You try to hide only soon to find

There’s no safe place for a peace of mind

I’ll start with your toes — Individual hammers to the fucking bones

And then a cry for your knees caps

As your leg slowly collapse

The shins and thighs will be cut with knives

Just as soon as I blind your eyes

The violent shrieking has met an unmatched dementia

I’ll take a moment for myself to soak all of it in

A small vile of LSD was placed in the victims mouth

He’s tortured tripping in my my fucking house

Hooks are strategically positioned

So that he hangs from his back in my fucking kitchen

Ears are amputated as is nose and nipples

They are broiled in my famous dish ironically called

Ears, nose, and nipples stew

As he was scalped the bladder control was lost

The stench of shit and piss rise from the creature whose spine will soon be mine

To properly detach the vertebrae of my victim

The bottom if first first disconnected from the pelvic region

Then the top separated from the skull

A paralyzed waste of life feels no more pain as his spine is slowly ripped from

his insides

The skin is split perfectly symmetrical down his back

I whip the last breaths out of him with his own backbone

Then retire his corpse on his mother’s front lawn