Putrid Pile - The Gorebox lyrics

Deep in the bowels of my basement There sits a box of goodies that excites me Filled up with putrid gore Body parts of the young and old alike Festering right here before me I murder with my conscious clear Soaking in the pluck of humans Up to my neck Livers, kidneys, lungs, and intestines Just to name a few Naked and standing at full mast Aroused Slamming my co*k viciously spewing semen ecstasy Praise my gore box When all my victims have succumbed to my rage They're prepared for amateur dissection Their ribcage meets my bone saw Bones crack as I expose their innards, so inviting No need for gloves Fondle their bloody organs Can't ignore the madness that saturates me When I bathe in innards, the lion's subdued The stench of the virtuous ascends to my nostrils Triggering reminiscent thoughts of when I made them pule Why do these morbid deeds you ask? Could I have been abandoned as a child? Or maybe beaten to a bloody pulp? It could be a million scenarios Maybe I just like the power of d**h To see my victims paralyzed with fear Control of their fate I just love to watch them die