Sever Catatonia in Pathology

Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh
 Let my fingers feel your pure white skin
 I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes
 We're going to have a party, you and me
 My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull
 It wants to see the texture of your brain
 My surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guy
 Not cracked and weird like everybody else
 Scream to your heart's content
 As your veins I happily shred
 Systematically slicing up your cheeks
 Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic
 Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk
 Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck
 What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head
 Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to be
 quite dead
 Inserting safety pins,
 Stimulated by my sins,
 Your relics just for me
 Cause I love you, can't you see?
 Your pubes I pierce and slice
 Punctured bladders my delight
 Suppurating, shiny flesh
 Bloody carcass quite a mess
 Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse
 The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause
 Maggots I dislike
 They impose upon my fun
 My merrymaking ruined
 By these rancid little worms
 Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor
 As I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore
 Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall
 Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all
 Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass
 Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash
 Scooping up remains
 Pouring into tins and jugs
 Feeling clean and pure of mind
 I'm a genius, not obnoxious...