Cold skin to cutnThe corpse lies dead and wetnA knife blade insertednInto your anusnCarving out the intestinesnPulling them out of the holenBladder puncturednPiss secretesnAnd mixes with your bloodnnHear those voices?nI hear them in my headnTelling me to murdernAgain and againnSometimes I think it's SatannTelling me to killnAnd other time I think it's spirits that enter my soulnnIt's time to kill againnI will take out my revengenOn your body and soulnIn a grave you'll rot and moldnPutrefied headless corpse, missing body partsnDissected torso leaksnPus and fluids seep