INNARDS DECAY
Chris Barnes

Rotting alive
Tearing my way through the meat
Driven to kill, my brain twitching for guts
Devoted to evil
Severed arteries gush
Hungry for the blood
Life is to decay
Victims meet my blade, carving out organs
world of pain and terror
Visions of the future
Premonition of the evil, [bad word] eve of darkness
The chosen one [bad word] 
Eyes torn out bodies cut in half
Twisted corpses hang from broken necks
Demented madman
Unholy rampage
Impaled cranium beginning to drain
Sodomize the carcass, chew the anal rot
Sewn within the body the dark [bad word] my light
Live inside the shell
Feed upon infection
At one with the dead
I rip my way through
Easy prey, disfigured bodies [bad word] 
Chewed limbs drip with pus, intestinal strangulation
Humans left ripped apart
Lap up the dripping goo
Wretched chunks of bleeding flesh
Internally you rot away
My need to kill
Induced by hate, betrayal of [bad word] ones
My mark left on this earth, victims of my slaughter
Souls of my dead, murdered by my
Hand
Blood on my face, innards decay
Snapping necks chewing flesh
Insatiable thirst
For blood
Slicing throats viciously uncontrollable insanity
Tear out the beating heart
Engulf the quivering spleen, chew the meat
Death is my life
Life is to decay victims
Meet my blade carving out organs, a world of pain
And terror, visionsof the future
Premonition of the evil
 [bad word]  eve of darkness
Eyes torn out bodies cut in half
Twisted corpses hang
From broken necks, demented madman unholy rampage
Impaled cranium beginning to drain