The Shrine of Dahmer

Morbid fascination with dissection
 Staring at a mass of guts, fantasy becomes a need
 For human flesh. Dreams of autopsy, surgery
 Flowing blood. Bring death to life
 Victims drugged and battered, strangled dead
 Bodies dragged to the cutting table
 Skins removed and gutted
 Fornication with the headless torsos of the dead
 Ejaculating into entrails
 Aroused by the smell of death and festering
 Flesh and insides
 Eating chunks of the butchered victims hide
 Dignity is stripped as their body is
 Lying in a broken mess, fucked and defiled
 Hot acid poured in their skulls
 Acid burns neural paths
 Grey matter a dripping mass
 Genitals hacked off with a kitchen knife
 Limbs dissolve in the acid bath
 A bubbling vat of carnage
 Mutilation carving off the muscle from the bones
 Fucks the pile of steaming organs
 He keeps their severed heads as souvenirs of his rampage
 Box of dicks he keeps beside his bed
 Voices screaming, justifying. Build me a shrine
 Zombie slaves, brain dead serfs to the will of the cannibal killer
 Open up his head, gore is sickening
 Feasting on his brain while he masturbates upon his corpse
 Necrophagia, gorging on dead flesh
 Digesting the corpses of the slain. Go
 Handheld drill lobotomy
 We Love Jeff
 Necrophagia, gorging on dead flesh