Skinned Alive '93

They curse the day When I was born Mentally deranged Fits of raving madness Immolate beyond the grave Celebrate and enjoy The thrusts with my knife The way you feel Is the way you will die You think you're dead But you're just skinned alive I hear you cry But slow and sure Your skin will be my toy Death my second nature My hearts expands with joy Liquidation and supreme sacrifice Deeply afflicted faces Appetizing body odor Anguish but rest in pieces