They curse the day
When I was born
Mentally deranged

Fits of raving madness
Immolate beyond the grave


Celebrate and enjoy
The thrusts with my knife
The way you feel

Is the way you will die
You think you're dead
But you're just skinned alive


I hear you cry
But slow and sure

Your skin will be my toy
Death becomes
Second nature to me

My heart expands with joy

Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife
The way you feel
Is the way you will die

You think you're dead
But you're just skinned alive


Liquidation and supreme sacrifice
Deeply afflicted faces
Appetising body odour

Anguish but rest in pieces

Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife
The way you feel
Is the way you will die

You think you're dead
But you're just skinned alive