Whitechapel - Vicer Exciser lyrics

My monument is progressing
Bereft is thy deed of completion
By all means you'll be alive
But not intact
I've sewn your lips to smile
With your own defecation on your lips
I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face

Abnormally disfigured designs
You observe the genesis of my abattoir
Reality accepted
You have no choice but to comply with my scalpel
And my license to kill
My license to kill

Anal seepage flowing
I can't repress the urge
Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth

Grinding at your head with my bone saw breaking zygoma
I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive
She cried out helplessly again
I ripped her limb from fucking limb
Just one less slut to walk this fucking Earth

I will spit right in your fucking face
How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist?
You will never fuck again

My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside
Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust
Byproducts of digestion soak the floor
I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste
Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster
As I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice

The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work
No anesthesia applied, this will be everlasting
In the name of anatomy
I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine