Flesh Removal

No one will ever recognize him when I finish
No detail left untouched when I am done
Depersonalization is my kind of fetish
No individuality is what I want

Take the knife and slice off his face
His flesh and blood all over the place
Remove the tongue so he can't speak
But I'll leave his eyes so he can see me

All that goes to waste
Was never meant for my collection
Everything not to my taste
Falls to my dissection

Acid bath till the fingers are gone
The forensics have nothing to draw from
Slit his throat, so we're one of a kind
Now he's just as dead as I am inside