Morbid Infection

You cut a piece of entrails out of my core
No one can escape the rusty grasp with the blade
Ther is no sanity, no law, dissection so raw
I see, the hell is coming near
Lay down for pain
Right down for pain
So savour the moment
Flesh
Will be ripped out of your corpus
And blood flows out
Just like a morbid infection
Expatiates my carnal lust
I lay on the cot
My abdomen a slot
Psychological terror
Befalls me to my hour
The passion in his eys
Will leads me to disaster
Agony and pain
Conquer me
Insane