De-faced.

Scream for your mother, the Holy Father.

There’s no escape from this night of terror in my torture chamber.

In this place you kill or become, two will enter: one will emerge.

You’ll never see another rising sun, I am a storm you could never endure.

Rest assured, you’ll feel everything. The sinews snapping as I cut off your face.

I am Death, the guillotine falling straight to your neck.

I am Death, I am the fear that you feel in your chest.

Step one: so, I reach for the pliers and rip your fucking nails out one by one.

I’d love to hear you beg for mercy but I cut out your fucking tongue.

Step two: then I search for the saw to remove your hands and hang them on my wall, but before we begin let me show you how to skin a fucking man.

(You’ll be eating your own flesh, piece by fucking piece. Force fed fresh, bloody meat.)

Scream for your mother, the Holy Father.

There’s no escape from this night of terror in my torture chamber.

In this place you kill or become, two will enter: one will emerge.

You’ll never see another rising sun, I am a storm you could never endure.

(Just remember, this was cold and fucking calculated.)

Can you feel everything? The sinews snapping as I cut off your face?

I am Death, I am the fear that you feel in your chest.

I am a storm you could never endure.