the art of homicide (a trochaic) lyrics – dehumanation

found alone: stripped, beaten – sliced beyond id
six days dead, drawing flies
missing toes and teeth
maggots had begun to boil underneath her face
beetles f*cked and sh*t in her hair
and dined on the decay

dined on the decay

sun spilled down on her br**sts: livid, turning blue
crucifix between her legs
seems was jammed straight through
innards stretched from her waist, wrapped around her neck
perfect l*st in her life
perfect art in death

/ dehumanation lyrics