Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your fleshnLet my fingers feel your pure white skinnI love to see your fears reflected in your eyesnWe're going to have a party, you and menMy little hatchets edge is longing for your skullnIt wants to see the texture of your brainnMy surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guynNot cracked and weird like everybody elsennScream to your heart's contentnAs your veins I happily shrednSystematically slicing up your cheeksnDrilling holes in your wrists to be chicnnIntestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunknTaking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on lucknWhat a thrill it is to feel the inside of your headnYour thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to benquite deadnnInserting safety pins,nStimulated by my sins,nYour relics just for mennCause I love you, can't you see?nYour pubes I pierce and slicenPunctured bladders my delightnSuppurating, shiny fleshnBloody carcass quite a messnnSteam rising from the ruins of your corpsenThe heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological causennMaggots I dislikenThey impose upon my funnMy merrymaking ruinednBy these rancid little wormsnnGlobs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floornAs I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gorenYour shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wallnPetrol sure in handy when you tire of it allnRotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy massnBlistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ashnnScooping up remainsnPouring into tins and jugsnFeeling clean and pure of mindnI'm a genius, not obnoxious...