Index Flesh Perception

the stench of fear burns my nostrils
I can't think
why do they pierce me

caustic faces haunting the same mind

(the pleasures I'm having)
are the right choice

visions dissolve,pain is stunned
carnage stops the suffer and I appease my anger

can I wear your face?
silence remains
can I eat your flesh?
feast on your brains

absolve me,the blood is mine
a ravenous hunger chills my spine

(piece by piece I use you to exalt myself 'cause the dead don't wear flesh)