The Collection 歌词

I hope you like the bitter taste Of my hands creating art with your face Been on your scent for days It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away I make art from the corpses Lined up in my basement Enter the diary of a dope fiend Who's favorite drug is hacking and murdering You're the sickest creation My eyes have ever seen Your lies are pathetic Its disgusting you ever touched me Putrid waste drip slowly from their bodies Decomposing Mold grows from the maggots and the flies Disgusting displays of pure merciless, torture and evil waste Scraping the features and the flesh from your fucking face I hope you like the bitter taste Of my hands creating art with your face Been on your scent for days It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away I hope you like the bitter taste Of my hands creating art with your face Been on your scent for days It's entertaining how you thought you would slip away Lips sewn together so you can't scream Eyelids removed so you can look at me Lips sewn together so you can't scream Eyelids removed bitch look at me Now This is what you'll get Entering the grasp of a masked killer This is what you'll get When you fuck with a psychopath There was no accident in my plans Of dismantling your body to pieces There was no accident in my plans Of dismantling your body to pieces Torn limb for limb Like lamb to the slaughter Dismembered flesh Creating my masterpiece