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Peeling off skin for a fucking living,

Placing your skulls on my bedposts,

Designer dress made from human flesh,

And a cold bloody mask to match it.

Peeling off skin for a fucking living,

Placing your skulls on my bedposts,

Designer dress made from human flesh,

And a cold bloody mask to match it.

Furniture made of skin,

Not using it would be a sin,

Human cunt in a box,

This torture's not gonna stop.

Nipple-studded belt,

Measured for my victim,

Screaming isn't gonna help,

Bodybags by my side,

Chainsaw never leaves my sight,

Nowhere left for you to hide.

I adore the way your face fits mine like it was destined to be,

Using your skull as a cereal bowl,

Is the way I fucking roll.

Peeling off skin for a fucking living,

Placing your skulls on my bedposts,

Designer dress made from human flesh,

And a cold bloody mask to match it.

Dragging your body into the basement,

To reveal a pile of rotting flesh,

A pyramid of bodies take up half the storage,

And you're just adding to my collection.

Wearing your skin as a suit,

Makes me feel so colossal,

The gift I get from real life death,

Is what bounds me to my chainsaw.

As the malodour leaks out the front door,

It's a race against time before I get found.

Until I get found...