I stand above the norm 
Reptile in human form 
With jaded eyes I look upon 
the rest of you with scorn 
For all that I can see 
world of enemies 
and mindless flocks of easy prey 
The catalyst for my needs 

I bring the secrets of the grave 
It's yours to keep if you choose to follow me 
Just close your eyes and the last thing that you'll feel 
ravenous kiss of steel 

The beauty of an opened ribcage 
It's close to reverie 
I give thanks to this dirty [bad word] 
She gave her heart to me 
Prepare the skin and work the flesh 
with knives, meathooks and razorblades 
These are the precious tools I use 
for the art that I create 
 [bad word]  
Her body now broken and cold to the touch 
So perfect for me to embrace 
The severed head kept, with which later I'll play 
When ripened into that condition I crave 

(Like three days fresh from the grave) 

I dream of shattered bones and screams 
place where I am king 
Where torn up bodies pose en masse 
in erotic scenes of pain 
The score of kills now march my age 
fine total of twenty-eight 
An endless source of memories 
for me to [bad word] 

new toy strapped on bloodstained sheets 
Inspirtation soon fills me 
With [bad word] bonesaw I conduct 
the sweetest symphonies 
Trough all these years I've realized 
The only time I feel alive 
Is when all living things around me 
suffer and then die 

I bring the secrets of the grave 
It's yours to keep if you choose to follow me 
Just close your eyes and the last thing that you'll feel 
ravenous kiss of steel 
 [bad word]  
Her body now broken and cold to the touch 
So perfect for me to embrace 
The severed head kept, with which later I'll play 
When ripened into that condition I crave 
Three days in passing and [bad word] my amour 
to finally get just what she deserves 
Bulging eyes staring and begging for more 
So gag on my [bad word] you dead [bad word] [bad word]