Verse 1
Gore-soaked hands, a trembling shame,
Another life extinguished in this game.
Chainsaw whines, a bloody spray,
As limbs are severed, come what may.
Chorus
Gut-wrenching guilt, a festering rot,
This butchery, a heinous plot.
I crave the pain, the final breath,
But loathe the monster, close to death.
Verse 2
Scalpel carves a morbid art,
Ripping flesh from beating heart.
Each scream a pleasure, yet a curse,
This vile addiction, growing worse.
Verse 3
Drilling holes into the bone,
A cacaphony of death's harsh drone.
The stench of viscera fills the air,
A monument to my despair.
Chorus
Gut-wrenching guilt, a festering rot,
This butchery, a heinous plot.
I crave the pain, the final breath,
But loathe the monster, close to death.
Outro
Gut-wrenching guilt, a festering rot,
This butchery, a heinous plot.
I crave the pain, the final breath,
But loathe the monster, close to death.
