Behind Closed Doors

Backed Into The Corner
With Fear In Your Eyes
I'll Re-arrange Your Vital Organs
Your Intestines Are Devine

Hands And Legs Are Tied
Your Body Is Exposed

Aroused By Sick Decay
Your Face Is Torn Away
The Horror Comforts Me
Lust For Blood With No Remorse

Satisfy My Sexual Lust
Masturbating With Your Blood

Thirst For Blood I Can't Deny
I Savour Formaldehyde
The Sickness I Possess
Crave For Mutilated Mess