Lacerated Flesh

Your innocence
Makes me sick
Violation
You will get
Ripped to shreds
Head to toe
Your last cry
Is like mine
Go
I know you're thinking that it's over
Before I'm clearing your mind
Yeah it's probably over
But still more work to be done
To see your flesh will be a pleasure
To stimulate my sickened mind
To see your flesh is just a canvas
To lick my sick spots blue like wine
All these years I've spent loving
Nothing else to show me more
Just to watch you crumble me less
On this broken hour
Lacerate me
Lacerate me
So cold looking at me burn
It makes me more insane
Your feeling still makes fun
Let's go see a full gun
Your outer shell is gone
What was inside is out
My scorching now completes
I have your flesh to please
For me
It seems like such a waste
To burn away the dead
What flesh could be reused
To make my cold disease