Vomitory

Body all limp, drooling from drugs
Your life's now in my hands
Morbid visions lead my way
A grotesque crusade through guts
Collection of bodies soon complete
One final victim, you're that chosen one
As I drag your tortured body
You try to crawl for the door
Instinctively my pickaxe
Nails your hand to the floor
Screams for mercy, joyfully ignored
Tremendous pain, ecstatic rush
Carving the sentenced flesh