The Perverse - Six Feet Under

Open wounds are slow to heal

In life the body withers more than in the grave

Living in your coffin, youre entombed

The blood it spews, pus does ooze

Insects reduce you, they consume!

The perverse

My motivation to kill, the inner need

A longing for your screams

Beating heart, pumping filth and sewage

To a brain unused dead and rigid

Living in your coffin, youre entombed

The blood it spews, pus does ooze

Insects reduce you, they consume!

The perverse

My motivation to kill, the inner need

A longing for your your blood and your screams