Only Tools and Corpses

The Casket lid ripped open A festering, rotten corpse The stench of putrefaction Just makes me thirst for more Pustulous blisters bursting Hair comes out in my hands The blackened skin peels easy Fluid oozes from my glands The Casket lid ripped open A festering, rotten corpse The stench of putrefaction Just makes me thirst for more Maggots munching near my dick Makes me cum, makes me sick Wretching Gagging Heaving Chucking I'm a monster Yeah you know what I mean Cos I fuck dead girls in the graveyard In the graveyard In the graveyard, yeah I rape their little tush in the graveyard Dripping Sebum Oozing Pus Smearing semen Forbidden lust

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025

The Specimen lies there on the stone Fluids bubbling from his nose Tongue protruding from his mouth Eyes all swollen popping out Slice him open across his throat Cut through muscle tissue and bone Crimson blood spills on me One more twist his head comes free Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack Cutting off the rotting palms Wrap them up tight, put them in jars Score from chest to pubic bone Pull apart and cover your nose Take out the stomach kidneys & liver Serve up fried for a dainty dinner Split the diaphragm under the ribs Find the lungs, put your hands in Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chest

Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out He stamps and hits and batters hard and kicks her while she's down Rectal rape with splintered glass pushed with force up the victims arse Razor slices need to be stitched as the arse cheeks split to bits Feeling numb, beaten, abused Lying still. after being abused Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass Fuck your arse with broken glass These sick pleasures people find From raping people from behind Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass Fuck your arse with broken glass

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

Only tools and corpses in an easy game I find live people and I play with them I love a scaloel or a stitch or too And the way they cry as the needles pulled through I love operations and the beautiful stench Dissected slowly on my bench Sewn up punctures and gaping holes Keeping them alive so they can feel it all Only tools and corpses Then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot Draining their fluid through beakers and pots No senses left as their blood's sucked dry Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses Opened gashes and visible bone shown Terrified corpses unable to moan now Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice Laying their cold organs on my skin Fingering the holes where I pushed steel rods in Stroking the liver kidneys and heart Human dissection is a game an art We've got some half priced livers sliced Miles and miles of entrails diced Tortured with Bon Jovi and David Bowie LPs I've killed thingy and whats-his-name (all my victims look the same) And kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from Shepherds Bush A bloody fucking mess - All over my nice clean vest Only corpse work

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025

Torture now follows my name Amputation and killing becomes a game Pain and agony is what they feel As I slip them the drug that heals Removing and decapitating these pathetic bits From what was once a healthy bitch Sawing a chiselling the limbs away Chucked in a corner left to decay A frozen body clinically cut Tampered and plundered and totally gut Symbolic memories of human trophies Fridge full of limbs and no motives Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay Prostitute heaven such as prey Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay Frozen the bodies are all locked away Buried put in holes left to decay Infesting the insects begin to pick away Eating eating through the waste decay

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025

See through cling film wraps her up tigth Motionless sections no longer able to fight My doting wife I tried to please her So I hacked her up and her in the freezer I wouldn't let her leave me so she tried to strike out I hit her with a hammer she was dead with one swift clout I once used ice to gently tease her Now it surrounds her in the freezer Put next to lollies and packets of peas No room in my fridge cos it's full of her (Barcardi) Breezers I've had to keep her in the freezer A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat A bucket full of innards and slurry of waste Placed in the fridge next to her smiling face I've got my memories (I'm keeping her ring) We had 10 good years before I done her in Lie still my precious... Cling film wraps her up tigth No longer able to fight My wife, I tried to please her I put her in the freezer I wouldn't let her leave me I hit her with a hammer I used ice to tease her Now it surrounds her in the freezer I put her next to lollies and the packets of peas With all frozen dinners placed precuriously by her knees No room in my fridge cos it's full of her Barcardi Breezers I've had to chop her up to fit her in the freezer A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat I can't fit her limbs in the fridge I can't fit her dead limbs in the fridge

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025

One injection, one infection One injection and the dead are resurrected One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead Now there is nowhere left for me to run The armies af the dead come Breaking into my place Their teeth tearing into my face My blood's now starting to drain The changes have started in my brain Awakening as one of them now, killing as I only know how Staggering, wandering, bludgeoning, murdering, tearing, and feeding on tissue and flesh My insides and instincts are hungering and thirsting for people with which I can eat and infect Smearing and smarming and coating whilst laughing my body and clothes in their blood and their bite Eating and munching on flesh is disgusting but hunger won't go so I kill to survive One by one the dead arise and stagger around looking for somewhere to feed Our numbers grow as people change and start chewing on each other's meat Searching more for victims to gnaw and nibble on to get the strength that we need Figthting to taste the few that remain before there's nothing left to eat Infected now there is nowhere else for them to left to run Our army has gathered the undead have come Breaking into their blocked off boarded up places My teeth begin to tear away at their terrified faces Warm feelings inside as their blood starts to drain Their changes have started soon they'll rise just the same Hunting for food that's not there like us in vain One by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead Searching more for victims to nibble for strenght, but we search and find no one left awake To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead Because one by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025

Bound and gagged in a black pot Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt Marinated slowly in a secret sauce Roasted and served as sumptuous course They dribble and drool as I try and get loose Stewing slowly in my own juice Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips Devoured me up and served with chips By the time they're done there'll be no one left around Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice When we're sliced and diced and served with rice By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs Demented 'tards with missing teeth Cutting me up and chewing on my meat Masticated by the spasticated Put me in a pot, put me in the pain Boil up my bones, fry my glands Take away my heart, put it in the coals Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls Checks my eyes for signs of life Masticated by the spasticated I black out as he sharpens his knife Masticated by the spasticated By the time they're done there'll be no one left around Masticated by the spasticated Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs Masticated by the spasticated We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice Masticated by the spasticated When we're sliced and diced and served with rice Masticated by the spasticated

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025

[John Wayne Gacy] My name is John and I dress as a clown, thirty one bodies I've buried underground A construction worker I like building flats and pulling rabbits out of hats But under my make-up I'm a mischievous man Killing as many boys as I can [Jack The Ripper] Do they who I am? I don't think they do Then I'll send them a liver to give them a clue I'll send them a letter and write it in blood and tell them about the things I've done [Jeffrey Dahmer] Brings them back, they drink beer, a deadly brew Eating his boys has their flesh for his food Gave them money to pose, put a drill in their head Didn't want them to leave tried to get them into bed [Ted Bundy] My name's Ted Bundy and I kill for fun, nobody knows how many I've done They tried to lock me up but I escaped from that place And when they killed me I had a smile on my face [Fred West] Killed my kids and the people that we had round to stay Put them under the patio so they couldn't get away [John George Haigh] John George Haigh, you can't catch me One fatal error and guilty is my only plea Thrity gallons of acid, down in the cellar Thrity gallons of acid, false teeth of an unkown dweller Come on Mrs D have a dance with me, it's going to be your last Sulphuric acid a major key Four more before, it's a perfect plan Four more again Kill as many as I can

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 25, 2025