Eyes wired shut
Every bone broken
Worms and maggots awoken
Rotting decay takes over your face
The black fluid flows free from your ears
Mold penetrates your grave
The cryptic stench rushes though my head
I squeeze your flesh as it falls off the bone
Hotel for a hundred rotting corpses
Worms wiggle though your eye sockets
Walls painted with blood and made of stone
Twisting necks off bodies
I gnaw on whats left
I rip the flesh
I mangle it
A hatched though your skull
The crimson seeps though
Your blood runs cold
Over my hands
And down my throat
I nail your head to the wall
Your face as a mask
Covers the monster that is me
