Chainsaw Deathcult

Lobotomy

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I crouch behind the curtain with a face alit with glee
Plotting the demise of flesh
Intentions so obscene
Very soon I'll pull the cord and taste the motor's breath
Spin the blades, unleash the hate and send you to your death

Clock ticking like a cleaver
Swinging down, synchronized
Eyes bulging, temples pulsing
Plot in motion

Pulse racing out of time
Bearing down, do or die
Palms sweating, face contorting
Drink the potion

Huffing the tank, eyes ablaze
Unleash hell, say my name
Heave the saw, limbs will fly
Lakes of blood, cut to size

Narcotic fantasy
Carnal transfiguration
Now shake the severed hand
Accept the invitation
Chainsaw deathcult
Amputation, agony divine

Panic spreads among the flock and all begin to run
Hysterical abadoned swing through them one by one
Doors locked and bolted
There's no way they can escape
Execute the plan and send them to their gory fate

Death throes screaming
Music to my ears energized
Headless torso, mangled corpse
Steaming pile

Hope annuled, pain a virtue
Open up, look inside
Bodies riven reeking vomit
Faecal slime

Huffing the tank, eyes ablaze
Unleash hell, say my name
Heave the saw, limbs will fly
Lakes of blood, cut to size

Ferocious prodigy
Festered in isolation
Atrocious apogee
Demented exulation

Murderous ecstasy
Shallow now, you breathe
Hiding from my saw
Begging you implore

Callous apathy
Mass induced hypocrisy
Taste the choking petrol fumes
There will be nothing left to exhume

Hidden in the fleshes, a secret message buried deep inside
Endless searching plunge my hands into the mire
Somewhere in your body lies the truth I need to survive
Digging deeper, squemishness I left behind

Crown of entrails, grace my hand
Done the favour, better off dead
True believers given their due
Ripped them open, cloven in two

Narcotic fantasy
Carnal transfiguration
Thus spake the severed hand
In my imagination