Loitering at the trainstop Some fresh new teenage meat Money offer made for sex He'll soon be at my feet Welcome to my chamber Of sadism and torture Viciously biting your oesophagus Your final fear kicks in faeces coats your ass Metal piercing your intestines Ruptured stomach spills viscera Carcass now limbless face down on the ground Minced body pieces are scattered all around I am alive, so be it You have died, so be it An odour arises sifting up my nostrils A sickly soup substance seeps across the tiles Body stiff and motionless Randomly I slice again Cutting deeply through your neck Removing your body from your head Watching your soul leave your body Strengthens my mortality I am alive, so be it You have died, so be it