Sacrificial Kill
Six Feet Under
A slight cut to your femoral artery
All it takes is a few minutes to die
I stalk my victims in the midnight
No protection from my slice, no remorse
A deep cut to your crushed wind pipe
All it takes to stop your frightened breathing quickly
Captured you for my sick pleasure
No escape, I own you, no return
Sentenced to the grave
All of you will die
No pity for your lives
The soul from flesh excised
From you
Your arm cut off and left to bleed slowly
Superficial cuts carved in your face now expressionless
One eyeball has gone missing
Lips clipped off and both eyelids drooped down off your face
The pieces of them thrown to the wild
I let the animals scatter your bones and eat your genitalia
Nothing left to be found of you, nothing left
Sentenced to the grave
All of you will die
No pity for your lives
The soul from flesh excised
The knife begins to stab, to stab with each thrust that I make
The guts they exit from you, human life I take
A knife stuck in your face, a bunch of holes in skin
Open up the body for the gift within
Your beating heart
Your dying brain
To hear your screams
This lust of mine
The gouging of your flesh, a repeated stabbing sound
Of my sharpened weapon scrapes against your broken bones
I take great pride and pleasure with each one I carve
You will be the next sacrificial kill
Sentenced to the grave
All of you will die
No pity for your lives
The soul from flesh excised
From you
Sentenced to the grave
All of you will die
No pity for your lives
The soul from flesh excised