Hundreds Of Gaping Wounds

Hundreds Of Gaping Wounds
Nailgun aimed, point-blank
Quickly squeeze the trigger
Penetrate through to the other side
Exit wound spurts
My mouth is open and ready
Waiting to be drenched in red
We must
Commence
This sickening
Ritual
Witness this atrocity
Nailed to the wall
Hundreds of gaping wounds
Cover your desecrated body

Indulge, let me taste it
Indulge, choking on your own blood
My epitome of murderous conceptions
I've realized you'll be my symbiote
Aiding my lust, living inside me
Feeding my fetish for flesh
Strip it off, by the slice
Now you're bleeding, skinless
You whisper to me internally
Proposing your deathly inquiry
Put a nail in your forehead
Kill yourself, set us free
Set us free