the lost but known

Deeper into the wound he pushed..
Pouring acids into it hearing the screams while they burn..
The sawing of the bones were like a drug he chosed..
The vitctims peleading and speaking screaming as they wait their turn..

Stoned walls are decorated with blood..
The roof decorated with with the body parts hung..
Force feeding them parts of the ones they got to know..
This isn't a nightmare this is real a hell whole..

The fingers he grabbed slowly he brakes..
Sound proof house on the outside but inside is someones fate..
Living is a choice becareful who you trust..
Running or interacting anywhere near him could be your last..

Noone gets out alive noone gets out at all..
screams of torture the unknown love of the victims..
Even if he died many here would have to follow no escape he hasn't seen the outside world since he last picked them..

Many has tryed to kill him only managed to stab..
He has been killing here and learning everything to survive..
Dressing his wounds to heal his last attack..
He heard a conversation about his life..

Mentioned in song an untouched woman would sing..
Inbred evil his thoughts his theme..
He feed her and nurtured her with all care and love..
A mind so demented as his is like an angel casted from above..

He feel in love with her as she did him..
Sooner or later she was fucked up by everything and started to join in..
As they killed and dying from the rotted bodies..
Surrounded by the disease they carried..

The killings died down with many to go..
Everytime they would leave the house they left laughing at missing pictures on the poles..
On there last days there child grew into it..
When his parents died he continued the killings..