Won't Make It Out Alive

I hear the melody of her screams She lets out a shrill, piercing shriek That echoes in every corner of my skull Her face shines so brightly as her tears do fall I will rip her poor body apart And feast on the blood she hides Deep inside her heart Severing all her limbs I'll push the knives much deeper in I'll steal her skin and wear it as a suit And she'll scream so sweetly as I drive my blades I will rip her poor body apart And feast on the blood she hides Deep inside her heart Puncture wounds in her neck I'll carve off her clitoris and breasts And nail my grisly trophies to the wall All the girls cry when they realize they won't make it out alive I will rip her poor body apart And feast on the blood she hides Deep inside her heart I will rip her poor body apart And feast on the blood she hides Deep inside her heart