Corpsemaker - A Father's Resolution

Puddles dress the cold floor: sticky, cluttered, dark and murky
Ah
Feces, blood, and urine
Red, brown, black and yellow decorates this room of memory
Ah
Colors of the suffering
Foreskin, your skin, I skin every inch of your pale covering
Oh
Why won't you say her name?
Surgical precision in each cut and each incision
Oh
I won't let you die here
A tiny scalpel slides behind each reddened
(And) ruined eye to sever the optic nerve
Your world is black now
Just like mine
165 decibels
I unload my trusted 12-gauge shotgun six inches from each ear
You will never hear again
Don't you ever doubt a father's resolution
Look me in the eye and tell me her name
Forceps grasp your tongue
While sterile scissors cut it out
Blood will be the final flavor you'll ever taste
And now on to the last; prolonged repeat exposure
To toxic chemicals removes your sense of smell
Deprivation of the five human senses is all that you'll ever know
Until the day you die
You'll lack complete perception
Ah
Your hell awaits
Say her name

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Corpse Maker

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