Cut cut
Cut them up
Into little bitties
Makes for a good show
Blood is getting nearer
Waste waste
Waste of flesh
I am not allowed to
Line them up a window
Feasting on their eyes
And their hair
Hands
Legs
Knees
Every juicy part of them
Is going into
My recollection
Same blood must mean sin
But it is intriguing
To mess around with
Moral deprevation
Although I suffer
Make it go away
I will eat them with my eyes
Pretty and guiltless
Makes it all the more
Fun for me
To wreck and drive
My hurt away with
Their agendas
Not even known to them
Pick
Trick
Sick I am
Thinking thoughts like these
But I like what I see and
I can almost taste them
My mind is a mess
Ethics dead and gone now
All that is left is
Urge for fear and madness
Save
Safe
Save yourself
Before I get closer
How come you're smiling
Oh you know I'm bluffing