I brandish the a sliver
Carving cutting a raw visage
Cheek to cheek
This cask upon which you hold dear
Will succumb to my thirst and rage
Displayed and admired
Emerging from a pale mist, ready to slice the face of an innocent
Carve a permanent smile on your face
Leaving you a Chelsea grin facade
I brandish the a sliver
Carving cutting a raw visage
Cheek to cheek
This cask upon which you hold dear
Will succumb to my thirst and rage
Displayed and admired
Decapitated, cut cheek to cheek by my significant
Leaving a cranium with a bloodshed beam
Scalping young flesh ages of 10
Displaying my creation
Pressing this blade, bathing it in blood
The creation of beauty is in my hands to be known for
Lacerate at the neck
Ending an early demise
Unveiling an atrocious past that is now the worlds reality
I brandish the a sliver
Carving cutting a raw visage
Cheek to cheek
This cask upon which you hold dear
Will succumb to my thirst and rage
Displayed and admired
Piercing deeply
Embrace the agony
Duplicating beauty
Get beheaded or get a permanent grin
Facing death
You're body is left to rot