Drilling Your Head

Dead in the cellar

The body slowly rots

Maggots inside him

Choking on the snot

Taken inside to whatever it owes me

I've learned what it means to kill

Defiled by flame

Intestines bursting from the torso

200 ways to lose your life

It's by my hand and with a knife

Slowly dripping away in the coffin

Carcass exploding, buried beneath me

Death will come soon

To reek amongst the flesh

Dispose of the bones

Rid you of your soul

The pain begins to grow

Sinister reality, the drill to your head

I lust for lobotomy

I lust for lobotomy

Die for me, it will possess the flesh

Take me please, to a rotten fog

Fear is growing, not quite showing

In the morgue right now

Cut the body into pieces, put it in the ground

Put it in the ground