Peeled-Broken Hope

Take you with my skinning hearth Strap you in my restraining chair Clean and hone my instruments Then the torture will begin Blood drips off your finger tips Drool sags down from your chin Eyes roll back and jowls clench I vigorously carve and peel your skin Chunks of skin fly through the air, nauseating pool of piss And blood evolves beneath the chair As you struggle to stay alive, I'm overwhelmed by laughter I split your scalp spreading it apart Pull your face below your neck From muscle and flesh your skin I've pried Grizzly apparel fitted to my size Finger pointing in your blood Rolling in piles of guts Polish and buff your skull Nail your scalp to my wall Grind your bones into dust Cannot stop till all is mush I save tattooed skins Gallons of blood line the floor