Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion 
Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway 
Up on my feet. Vehemence takes over as 
I pave the way to anatomical feasts 
Severing the ties I once endured 
To understand why it is that I crave the dead 
Going by my knowledge of popular culture 
I find a sense in malpracticing [bad word] ways 
Wallowing in claret. I long for such salvation 
For when I'm through. I shall wear your pride upon my lips 
Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted 
Before sepulture. I must purloin the genitalia. 
I must find pleasure when you're gone 
An injection of sodium thiopental applied. 
Your eyes are getting heavy now. I smell your fear 
Delusions and paranoia are setting in 
Control in my hands. I now shall purge. 
With the saw I maim. By the saw I live 
Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk 
As I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous [bad word] 
The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation 
The nausea is overwhelming. I stop to heave 
Brought forth are my confessions to the dead 
As the lies coincide with vitriolic clues 
We all will spread disease 
We're all deceased 
Carved in your face. The sacrilegious rites 
These words bring [bad word] to what was foretold 
Corpses and bile will reconcile 
 [bad word] of this forensic plague 
By these words I am one with the dead 
And with this I've claimed the one which I'm wed 
Until death do us part. We'll rot hand in hand.