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Scene 18b
02:14
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Smut for sale
Unexpecting actresses
Bound to the bed
You'll never escape
Smile for the camera
Before I take your teeth
Quiet on the set
Ready for your close up?
3, 2, 1, Cut
3, 2, 1, Cut
Cutting off the limbs and I'm chopping up the bodies and I'm jacking off to the screams
Gagged and tied
Humanity denied
You might end up dead but for now you're still alive
You wanna be famous
You wanna be a star
Well now you have your wish
As your blood and bile runs down your thighs
Wanna be famous?
Wanna be a star?
Well now you have your wish
Attention seeking little slut
As I stuff the gag into your mouth
Your eyes roll back, you know you're dead
Accept your fate, your time has come
Nowhere to run, your wrists are bound
Sharpen the blade to cut your throat
Tighten my grip around your neck
Look in my eyes, I see your fear
I see your fear
I see your fear
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Cannibalistic Hunter
03:16
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Who are these strangers?
Trespassing on my dear family’s property
Are they going to hurt us?
Are they going to steal?
No need for outsiders here
Mother tells me family is all I need
They’ll try to tear this family apart
So I’ll tear them limb from limb
Stalking them through the woods
Carrying my beloved birthday present
Revving up my chainsaw
The hunt begins
Stench of petrol fumes in the air
As I stumble after my targets
Screams drowned out by the squeal of my chainsaw
The thrill of the chase exciting me
Until I hear a crunch in the distance
The sound of bone crushed by my bear traps
Screams of anguish from my prey
A new beautiful specimen is now mine
Slashing and hacking
Sawing through bone
Slicing through the flesh
Tearing at the meat
Preserving the face
Dragging the corpse home to work on
Carving sweet meat from the carcass
Boiling the bones
Frying the flesh in fresh blood
Pickling the organs
Brewing Sawyer’s famous chilli
The secret’s in the meat
Rummaging through my tools
My hand picks up the scalpel
Carefully removing the face with surgical precision
Stitching together the skin
Applying makeup to the eyes and to the lips
I just want to feel beautiful
Placing the mask over my face
Am I a pretty girl now momma?
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Toy-Box Torturer
04:00
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Drugged and sedated
I am your master, you belong to me
Take a look around you
Pornographic illustrations cover the walls
My diagrams, perverted methods
Fantasies of gore
Sadomasochistic perversion
If you don’t cooperate, you'll end up like the last
Strangled with rope
Now begins your little training session, let the horrors begin........
Restraints, pulleys, whips
Medical devices
Sexual instruments perform my orchestra of pain and torture
Locking a metal collar round your neck
Escape is futile
Welcome to the den of Satan
No one can hear you scream
Sound proofed walls and steel bolted doors
Chained to a rusty post
Ball gag drool and tears soak the floor
Calm down you'll make a mess
A growing pool of fear induced piss
I'll make you lick it up
Stupid prostitute sodomite
Lower class degenerate scum
Even if you manage to leave
No one would believe your story
Lathered in canine breeder's musk
When I'm done my mutts will want some
You might not like what I say
But you're fucking sure gonna do it
Don't try to disobey my rules
Or you’ll be severely punished
Pierce flesh with sterilised needles
Slice off a nipple or your breast
My purpose is to torture sluts
That's why I built this room of pain
The centrepiece of my chamber
A gynaecologist table
Mirror mounted to the ceiling
I want you to watch how I play
Forced to watch my every lash
Bruises, burns and infected wounds
Ankles in stirrups, knees pulled wide apart, open
Stripped naked, chained up, force fed like dog, my pet
Follow my commands, and you know that I’ll be nice
Nice as I can be, while I’m torturing women
If I let you live, you won’t remember, drugged up
Dumped in the desert, naked and afraid, confused
Trinkets, keepsakes and, trophies of my slaves, I keep
Bodies never found, evidence of death, disposed
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My Rotting Bride
03:44
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Holding you in my arms
Since the night I killed you
Now I know we'll be
Together forever
Stroking rotting skin complexion
Staring longingly into glassy eyes
Softly kissing shrivelled lips
Licking your yellowed teeth
Stiff ice-cold hands to hold
Until death do us part
But why should death be the end
Sweet wife
My rotting bride
Forever you're mine to be
Blackened teeth falling out and pulled
Chewing on your bitter gristle
Leaving a sour taste in my mouth
Stench of rot fills my nostrils
Even though I tried to preserve
Your body, you’re starting to mold
Filling up with filth and decay
Maybe more embalming fluid?
Gorgeous obsession
Swelling puffy flesh
Peeling yellowing skin
Feasting upon your fluids
I can never seem to
Feed your sexual needs
I hear you in my head
Forever asking for more
Grasp your hair in my fist
Wiry, frayed and deceased
Tearing it out in clumps as I pull it
Flakes of scalp pepper the air
I must remove the evidence of my horrific crime
Tearing handfuls of gore and viscera
There’s not much left of you with which to play, no hair, no teeth
Ripping you apart, there’ll be nothing left
Now I know I've made a grave mistake
Regret flooding my mind
A once beautiful body
Decomposed and decaying to mush
I must join my wife in death
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Ensnared By Dogma
04:14
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No reward for blind faith
Ignorance has sealed your fate
Bigotry instilled from birth
Infinite torture for cultist followers
Your desire to serve will be fulfilled
Your cadavers will serve me well
Your rotting corpses burn
Fuelling my furnaces
The living dead contort and writhe
Screaming in anguish
As they burn
For eternity
Skin replenishes
Providing more fuel
For my fire
And more erotic pleasures for me
The Bible has enslaved you
The Quran has enslaved you
The Torah has enslaved you
Ensnared in a trap laid by power hungry men
[Solo]
Rational nonbelievers granted a throne in my kingdom
An endless viewing gallery to watch the condemned suffer
Laughing at their torment
The Bible has enslaved you
The Quran has enslaved you
The Torah has enslaved you
Ensnared in a trap laid by power hungry men
Masturbating to the sweet music of hypocrite's screams
The corpses of those who claim to know my will decorate my kingdom
Preacher's mouths stuffed with shit, and sown shut
Paedophilic priests force fed, their severed genitals
Burka body bags, strung up
Hogtied rabbis, bondage with human leather
“Oh Father please help us, we worshipped your words”
“We fulfilled your orders, converted the world”
You exploited my power, molested your children
Now suffer in this life, forever and ever
Perverted indoctrination
Disfigured beyond all recognition
Leading your kin to my garden of torment and rape
The power you abused is my infinite hate and wrath
Ensnared in a trap, ensnared by dogma
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