The Desolate Form - Rose Funeral

The Desolate Form - Rose Funeral
Split apart the chest
Peel the skin
Cut within
Tie them to the bed
Grab my knife
Take the life
I can't control myself
Dissolution
Ending lives
On a killing spree
Separation Desecration
Of the third degree
Blood fills up the lungs
While they choke
On my cum
F**k them till they're dead
Grab my knife
Take the life
They can't control themselves
Disappearance
Ending lives
On a killing spree
Molestation concentration
On fulfilling me
Pull the skin apart
Ripple out the heart
Dismantle them from the start
Murdering becomes my art
Dissolution
Ending lives
On a killing spree
Separation desecration
Of the third degree
Disappearance
Ending lives
On a killing spree
Molestation concentration
On fulfilling me
I won't take it back
My lust won't stop
Watch them laid to rest
Stacked and piled on top
All the ashes burn
With a stench of skin
Turning organ to urn
I start to kill again
Butcher everyone
I want to kill them all
I won't take it back
My lust won't stop
They're laid to rest
Defiled
All the ashes burn
The stench of skin
My lust won't stop
Kill again