Chainsaw Dissection

Dissecting your living corpse with a worn out chainsaw
Your guts flow free as your face twists and curls

Into a pale horrid smile you spit and groan
With a hate for all life and a thirst unquenched by your death

Bones crack twist and break ribs stand on edges like the teeth on a shark
And your innards have surely changed just like your eyes seem to stare
And then you spit vomit and gasp for air

I draw the screeching saw through the murky, rotting flesh
I split your jaw in half from bottom up
And still you spit as your tongue´s ripped out
And now, piece by piece you still don´t rest