My lurking want, for carnal sinsnYour flesh my desirenAnd to cleanse my violinnYour throat I slitnAnd yet I need no help to curenMy sanious abusenA single jerk, is all it needsnTo bring me to my climax,nAnd to bring you to your kneesnYou're all I want, my corpses to benMy music incompletenUntil I bathe my strings in theen'Tis not for fun,nI feed on deathnIt provides me with the tunes I playnI give you but the bestnnA price to pay, but not a feenOne human more or lessnIs quite indifferent to menYou'll find my strings around your necknYour flesh will tense and start to breaknYour blood will spurt and drench my handsnTo give my notes a certain clangnMy violin I scrub and waxnBut not with polish, soap or varnishnA finer substance I recquirenI soak it in human carnagenSoaking, dampening my stringsnBathing the wood of my precious violinnLaughing, whistling as I worknImmersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...