Autopsy - Voices


hear voices they tell me what to do 
Right now they're telling me to kill you 
Yesterday I loved you 
Today I want you dead 
Beat you, decapitate you 
Freeze your severed head 

My family didn't understand me 
When I told them why I do the things 
I am told so I took their lives 
Limbs in the refrigerator 
Pieces in a sack 
Torso in the garbage 
With the spine ripped from it's back 

I hear voices 
Now they tell me 
That I need some younger flesh 
To desecrate and use randomly 

They didn't see it coming 
The little ones now dead 
Chopping hacking freezer bagging 
Morsels that I'll eat 
For sex I'll use the head 

For sex I'll use the fucking head

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