To be stitched up and tied down
Bad hand that holds your private piece
Venom cometh from within
Rasping whispers tell you it's not your fault
But beg you now as it may
The seething windows of a soul
That knows only too well that it's no more
Infernal inhalation scars the bone

The epileptic growth behind the flesh
Is your incubus
The grey complexion of your milk brings my sick
To your lips only just
And your bowels feel like they are being sucked
By something from within
With a sneer I'll caress you my child
So relax...just lie still

Lashed to the pyre
Allow the flames to combust your dying breath
The pain you feel as you boil and writhe and scream
My soul - serene
My burning desire
To see your melting face and your blackened tongue
Your juices roll and I drink as your eyeballs burst
And you fear the worst

Don't treat me like an animal
Dogs don't breathe fire
Vision goes from white, to red, to black
And your lungs well up with shit