Den of the Picquerist Lyrics

Slicing stabbing hacking maiming shredding severing rearranging mincing dicing mutilating surpassing mere dreams or masturbatings flowers of flesh and blood enthralling unruptured skin an empty easel appalling dismemberment is my expression this weapon is my sex phallic my every thrust gaining an entrance to the red your blood your blood your blood is what I need the sight the smell the taste of it beside myself with glee posing your body to humiliate beyond recognition my knives perforate.

Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist
Den of the picquerist