Testo Morbid Infection

You cut a piece of entrails out of my core
No one can escape the rusty grasp with the blade
No sanity, no law, dissection so raw
I see the hell is coming near

Lay down, down for pain
Right down for pain, so savour the moment right
Flesh will be ripped out of your corpus and blood flows out
Just like a morbid infection, expatiates my carnal lust

I lay on the cot, my abdomen a slot
Psychological terror, befalls me to my hour
The passion in his eyes will lead me to disaster
Agony and pain, conquer me insane

Lay down, down for pain
Right down for pain, so savour the moment right
Flesh will be ripped out of your corpus and blood flows out
Just like a morbid infection, expatiates my carnal lust