She Was Already Dead

Sick perversions, transfusing bodies 
The carcasses growing mold
It was hard to keep her head up 
When her flesh was turning cold 

She was already dead

Gut wrenching screams
It could be you
But my next victim 
Will never see it coming 

Insane, praying
For me 
Get off your knees 

Eating brains
It feels so good 

Torturing them, I love