Devourment

They won’t let me
They can’t stop me
They won’t let me taste the blood
They say I’m a beast from hell
If I don’t kill a fucker now
I’ll carve myself ‘til I pass out
I’m shackled by my twisted mind
A prisoner of the darkest kind
Ravaged by an insidious mind
A machine of death from within you’ll find
The knife
The axe
The instruments to shred my prey
The rope
The shackles
To bind them down before they suffer
To smash them
To slice them
Bathe in the erotic viscera
To lust them
To fuck them
Inhale their dying breath