The buzz of the knife  is music in my ears

the same machine..i've used for years

i can't help myself...

god knows i tried

since i was sixteen...i have the devil inside...

as i carve yet another slice of this life

she is moving...why

because i eat them alive

the machine still buzzing and doing it's thing

i'm almost finished...dismembering this pretty little thing

she's quiet now...all is fine

i'm eating her tongue...with a glass of wine

the law knows to well...i am compelled...

i will not stop..... till i am shot

when they find these corpses of mine....

they know the world is no longer fine..

to leave my mark...i take the tongue

pickle it in brine......

would you like one...?

i don't seek contrite....i have no right

my hunger for flesh...is no longer a fight

i am normal as defined by me...not a cell in this world..

will i ever be...

i will end it first...by my own hand..

i am the king...of my land...will make my own stand

oh here's another..been waiting for her

i saw her talking to a friend at work...my mouth started watering

what a tasty treat indeed....i will have it for dinner..you wait and see

garlic and onions and...oh i can't wait

to have her tongue on my dinner plate....