She Was Already Dead

Sick perversions, transfusing bodies
The carcasses growing mold
It was hard to keep her head up
When her flesh was turning cold
She was already dead
Gut wrenching screams
It could be you
But my next victim
Will never see it coming
Insane, praying
For me
Get off your knees
Eating brains
It feels so good
Torturing them, I love