Torture k**er - The Art Of Impalement lyrics

Tearing a hole to your chest, one stab struck in your neck Deep blue skin, the worms set in, my trophy of impalement Tearing the soul from your chest, your headstone is re-written No disgust when f**ing the dead, it's the living I feel resentment Art of impalement, grace in k**ing victims Living or dead, it's all the same I make them all scream in pain Tearing a hole... tearing the soul...righteous wrath, instant d**h Spear driven through the neck, the last remaining seconds of life In fear of what comes next Art of impalement, grace in k**ing victims Living or dead, it's all the same I make them all scream in pain