Knife

Torn is the flesh, bloody red

Torn are the guts until dead

Torn between killing again

Torn from the living, there is pain in the end

Helpless, dying heap on the ground

Stabbed in the head, flailing around

Begging to stop, the screams were so loud

Removing the skin while still alive

I was forced to flay her

And save the face for later

I was forced to flay her

And save the face for later

The blood-soaked epidermis was peeled from the skull

A violent harvest preserved to atone

Facial displacement with a blade that is dull

Inhumane butchery she suffered alone

Blood

Torn is the flesh, bloody red

Torn are the guts until dead

Torn between killing again

Torn from the living, there is pain till the end

Helpless, dying heap on the ground

Stabbed in the head, flailing around

Begging to stop, the screams were so loud

Removing the skin while still alive

I was forced to flay her

And save the face for later

I was forced to flay her

And save the face for later