Wizard Of Gore — текст песни (Impetigo)

(Lyrics: Stevo /october 1989 / Music: Stevo and Scott /april 1991)

Make love to your innards
Lick your shredded flesh
With relish I fondle
This mutilated mess
I spill your fucking entrails
Nail a spike into your head
Shove a sword down
your gullet
Until you`re fucking dead...
My dreams ... your nightmares
My obsession... your affliction
I yank out your brains...
You think I`m insane?
Is this some morbid fantasy
You`ve been
dying to fulfill?
Or is it just a vision
You`re obsessed with still?
Is it your face or my hideous laugh?
Is it the knot in your stomach`s slack?
Is it an illusion? or is it real?
Is is your fate? or your face I peel?