Flesh Oracle by Thy Art Is Murder Lyrics

Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs, strung up to bleed
Gravity showers you in your own filth
Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece
These gaping wounds tell a story
Your life is worth nothing
You're a worthless cunt, believing if you have a choice to live or die

As I nail your torso to the floor, they pierce vital organs
What do you have left to offer?
Eyes rolling back, bloodshot eyes, bleeding from all orifices
Blood marking time like an hour glass

You cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut
Violently hacking into your throat
I finish decapitation
Another lifeless carcass left to rot

I've conquered man
I am the birth, I am death

Upon the table lies a corpse, a chunk of rotting flesh
A work of art, a perfect kill, I'm basking in the stench
I'll keep your ears as fucking trophies, hanging round my neck
To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end
I am the death creator
I am the fucking end
Fuck