Lirieke: Six Feet Under. Haunted. Silent Violence.

I cut your throat, wide, opening a hole in your neck
Your blood sprays my skin, warm and wet
You can?t feel your heart beating, scream no one is listening
I cut your tongue from your mouth

Dying, you feel yourself slip away
Your dead body will be left, unburied
No one will find you, dead

All is quiet as I force my fist down your cut throat
Grabbing tendons and veins
I pull your insides out through your lipless mouth
Your stiff body is cold and still

Dying, you feel yourself slip away
Your dead body will be left, unburied
No one will find you, dead

Violent, silence

Dying, you feel yourself slip away
Your dead body will be left, unburied
No one will find you, dead

Haphazardly, I remove your spleen and your liver
There is much blood
Eyes have been removed while you where still alive
Now I tear your flesh, I am ripping your skin

Dying, you feel yourself slip away
Your dead body will be left, unburied
No one will find you, dead

Fingerless hands, clenched
I continue to dissect

Blood spurting from punctured flesh
Your naked body stripped of skin
Soon you will rot
Insects infest your flesh