My lurking want, for carnal sins 
Your flesh my desire 
And to cleanse my violin 
Your throat 
I slit And yet 
I need no help to cure 
My sanious abuse 
A single jerk, is all it needs 
To bring me to my climax, 
And to bring you to your knees 
You're all 
I want, my corpses to be 
My music incomplete 
Until I bathe my strings in thee '
Tis not for fun, 
I feed on death 
It provides me with the tunes 
I play I give you but the best 
A price to pay, but not a fee 
One human more or less 
Is quite indifferent to me 
You'll find my strings around your neck 
Your flesh will tense and start to break 
Your blood will spurt and drench my hands 
To give my notes a certain clang 
My violin 
I scrub and wax 
But not with polish, soap or varnish 
A finer substance 
I recquire 
I soak it in human carnage 
Soaking, dampening my strings 
Bathing the wood of my precious violin 
Laughing, whistling as 
I work Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...