Phil Bozeman - Vicer Exciser lyrics

My monument is progressing. Bereft is thy deed of completion By all means you'll be alive. But not intact. I've sewn your lips to smile With your own defecation on your lips I'll knock that sh**-eating grin right off your face Abnormally disfigured designs. You observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel. And my license to k** an*l seepage flowing. I can't repress the urge Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal. I'm alive She cried out helplessly again I ripped her limb from f**ing limb. Just one less s*** to walk this f**ing earth I will spit right in your f**ing face How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist You will never f** again My scalpel gleams. My attention cast aside Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. Byproducts of digestion soak the floor I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste Flowing in your jugular The heart is pumping faster As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced it's work No anesthesia applied This will be everlasting In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine