Fishing and Catching Your Drops of Death
Aligning my Urges to Kill

There is nothing to smell
I´ll cut your Flesh for it

The Flesh, it has a special Flavour
Cutting and smelling, i want much more
I´ll make of you s special Gift
With my own Hands
Only to Show to your Mom

Some Forksand Knives are readied
Dementia increases so fast
I´m Digging in your Temple
I will search and find "Why Me?"
Today I´m hungry for Death

Emergency on redline
I´m a specialist to devour all
I´ll be capable to feed my animal Instinct
I´ll be capable to feed my animal Instinct