Prying off teeths
Apocalypse surgeon
Can't escape the drill
Strait to the marrow
Hope i finish fast
Worry i'll take my time
To grind your bones to dust
That i fuck up your mind

You tried to run
Couldn't escape
Had no choice but to put an end to this
Bullet to the neck
Or scalpel trough the throat
Your blood will leave you
Wether you want it or not

Now i am satisfied
Now i am at peace
No more noise around
Only a deadly kiss
From my equipment to your organs

I feel empty again
Time to hunt
Time to be a doctor again
Make them feel ill
To cure them from life

OCCIPHILIA