Chock Full of Guts

While I wait for my next victim
A woman passes me
Feeding my mind with very psychotic thoughts
Watching her walk in front of me
I’m aroused at the thought
Of me tearing into her skin with my knife
(Solo — Billy)
Disemboweling and stuffing her corpse for show
And preserving the guts for later use to prevent spoilage
Add to my chock full of guts
I come up from behind
Covering her face with my hand
Muting her screams of pain
Penetrated her body falls slow to the ground
The fearless hunt is such a thrill to me
When I encounter a new trophy
Exhausted but excited from the kill
I carry her lifeless body home
(Solo — Billy)
While I wait for my next victim
A woman passes me
Feeding my mind with very psychotic thoughts