I

cut

your

throat,

wide,

o-

pe-

ning

A

hole

in

your

neck

Your

blood

sprays

my

skin

warm

and

wet

You

can't

feel

your

heart

bea-

ting

Scream

no

one

is

li-

ste-

ning

I

cut

your

tongue

from

your

mouth

Dy-

ing

you

feel

your-

self

slip

a-

way

Your

dead

bo-

dy

will

be

left,

un-

bu-

ried

No

one

will

find

you

dead

All

is

qui-

et

as

I

force

my

fist

down

your

cut

throat

Gra-

bing

ten-

dons

and

veins

I

pull

your

in-

sides

out

through

your

lip-

less

mouth

Your

stiff

bo-

dy

is

cold

and

still

Dy-

ing

you

feel

your-

self

slip

a-

way

Your

dead

bo-

dy

will

be

left,

un-

bu-

ried

No

one

will

find

you

dead

Vi-

olent

Si-

lence

Dy-

ing

you

feel

your-

self

slip

a-

way

Your

dead

bo-

dy

will

be

left,

un-

bu-

ried

No

one

will

find

you

dead

Hap-

ha-

zar-

dly

I

re-

move

your

spleen

And

your

li-

ver

There

is

much

blood

Eyes

have

been

re-

moved

While

you

were

still

a-

live

Now

I

tear

your

flesh,

I

am

rip-

ping

your

skin

Dy-

ing

you

feel

your-

self

slip

a-

way

Your

dead

bo-

dy

will

be

left,

un-

bu-

ried

No

one

will

find

you

dead

Fin-

ger-

less

hands,

clenched-

I

con-

tin-

ue

to

di-

ssect

Blood

spur-

ting

from

punc-

tured

flesh

Your

na-

ked

bo-

dy

stripped

of

skin

Soon

you

will

rot-

ten

In-

sects

in-

fest

your

flesh