Flesh Oracle - Thy Art Is Murder

Incisions made, tearing flesh ripping organs

Strung up to bleed, gravity showers you in your own filth

Still squirming eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece

These gaping wounds tell a story

Your life is worth nothing, you’re a worthless cunt

Believing if you have a choice to live or die

As I nail your torso to the floor they pierce vital organs

What do you have left to offer?

Eyes rolling back bloodshot eyes, bleeding from all orifices

Blood marking time like an hour glass

You cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut

Violently hacking into your throat, I finish decapitation

Another lifeless carcass left to rot

I’ve conquered man

I am the birth, I am death

Upon the table lies a corpse a chunk of rotting flesh

A work of art, a perfect kill, I’m basking in the stench

I’ll keep your ears as fucking trophies, hanging round my neck

To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end

I am the death creator, I am the fucking end