Sacrificial Kill - Six Feet Under

A slight cut to your femoral artery

All it takes is a few minutes to die

I stalk my victims in the midnight

No protection from my slice, no remorse

A deep cut to your crushed wind pipe

All it takes to stop your frightened breathing quickly

Captured you for my sick pleasure

No escape, I own you, no return

Sentenced to the grave

All of you will die

No pity for your lives

The soul from flesh excised

From you

Your arm cut off and left to bleed slowly

Superficial cuts carved in your face now expressionless

One eyeball has gone missing

Lips clipped off and both eyelids drooped down off your face

The pieces of them thrown to the wild

I let the animals scatter your bones and eat your genitalia

Nothing left to be found of you, nothing left

Sentenced to the grave

All of you will die

No pity for your lives

The soul from flesh excised

The knife begins to stab, to stab with each thrust that I make

The guts they exit from you, human life I take

A knife stuck in your face, a bunch of holes in skin

Open up the body for the gift within

Your beating heart

Your dying brain

To hear your screams

This lust of mine

The gouging of your flesh, a repeated stabbing sound

Of my sharpened weapon scrapes against your broken bones

I take great pride and pleasure with each one I carve

You will be the next sacrificial kill

Sentenced to the grave

All of you will die

No pity for your lives

The soul from flesh excised

From you

Sentenced to the grave

All of you will die

No pity for your lives

The soul from flesh excised