Not For The Faint Of Heart

*So I've received a few inboxes saying I've gone soft. Well here are the lyrics I'm writing for a local band called Ripping Vikki and note that they're a pornogrind band and I don't condone rape, cannibalism, murder or necrophilia. Also no kidding when I say extreme content*

I see her, walking, living in
the moonlight.
I must have her for myself.
Her screams for my ears alone.
It was easy. So so easy.
I come up behind her and knock
the bitch out.
Drag her to her damned demise.

Her skin was so beautiful, a canvas
for my knife.
I had to destroy it. With cuts and
semen and blood.
Fuck her wounds.
I must destroy her beauty.

Gnaw her genitals, masticating the
pulp. I ripped and tore into her
magnificent feast that is her putrid body.
Fouled by other men.
I tear at her nipples until her chest
runs red.

Rip it off!
Chew the flesh!
I just love the sight.
Cut out her cunt, lick it clean and
masturbate with it.

I cut out her tit,
her screams a sweet melody on the
blood-stained air.
I savour the fat in my mouth and swallow.
I kick her teeth out, shove my cock
down her throat.
Choke her with my dick.
She thrashes beneath me,
encouragement for me.
I keep fucking her throat until she drowns
on my semen and I orgasm as she dies.

Cut open her chest, fuck the cavity.
Shove my knife up her ass, butcher her cheeks
and twist, twist, twist.
Leave her for the maggots...
And come back in a few weeks for another meal,
another fuck.