Triggers: Implied body horror. Mentions of blood, cannibalism and poison.
Chopping up, coughing up
Stitching up, Disposing of
Can't get enough of it
The pain isn't enough to bear through
Save these lost ones, trapped or blind
But how can I do this all the time?
It's never enough
It never ends
It won't ever end until someone becomes a sacrifice
Cooked up a lovely meal, made it just for me
Too bad that my dog ate it, and blood got all up in its mouth
Put her chopped off pieces of meat in the drainage, the smell would surely stink
Where to hide the bones, I have no clue
Maybe up inside the Attic, yes, that'll do
Gave her some homemade tea with her mother in sight, being blind as ever
She left and surely fell very ill, soon after she had passed in the car
Knocked her down, slit her throat, and stitched her back up anew
What a beauty, that she is, a rotting ragdoll with her mother of a scared child
Oh, how I wish that this nonsense would stop, so it wouldn't end this way
But then again,
It all depends...
On how she chooses her own fate.
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