| [2x]the knife went deep, the shining grewher spastic body of pain showed proofsecret sermon uttered for the soul to stay intact before caughtshe bit off her own tonguea jar of glass placed carefully next to the......open wound she watched her soul slip into itclosed the lid and smiled as he let her die,cold and empty. now came the time to merge with glowing treasure of hishis dirty glasses reflected his hands as they slowly opened a drawerpulled out a vast collection of jarsthey all contained his victims sparksthe thievish doctor had formed a planthrough surgery insert them all into his bodyslashed a laceration and poured them in, the dead was lying rotting and wouldn't miss a thingservitude of souls, master robbing anima [2x] |
Souls are to somethe key to livingbut these can be severely hidden.a cellar so sordidhome to a doctor born morbid.his quest in lifewas to cut out souls with his knife.snatched his victimsafter night's fall, random targetsall humans have a soulthen one night, out and stalking he saw a glowaround a lonely walker whom he tracked, jumped and overthrewthis had to be a special one,he tied her up and brought her home.dragged downstairs, head bumped the steps, all bruised and swelledon the gurney strapped and gagged her screaming yapsteady breathbehind the surgical mask no thoughtof giving anesthesiaservitude of souls, master robbing anima |
