Compulsion to Brutalize

Die Die slowly You won't survive Dead You're dead Compulsion to brutalize Through The dark You search never find The thing you wished was there That light has now gone black In the grave There you scream With this blade deep in your neck When I see blood I cut off the head Cut out your eyes As veins leak The flesh dies Skin punctured The torso Hacked open The mind dies As you bleed In the grave I murder you again Cutting open holes in your dead rotting Skin To release the stench of your life Another victim dead another one in hell Die Die slowly Die slowly you won't survive dead you're Dead Compulsion to brutalize Through The dark You search never find The thing you wished was there That light has now gone black In the grave I murder you again Cutting open holes in your dead rotting Skin To release the stench of your life Another victim dead Another one in hell In the grave I murder you again Cutting open holes in your dead rotting Skin To release the stench of your life Another victim dead Another victim dies