Voices

I 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 s*x I'll use the head For s*x I'll use the fucking head --- Voices - Autopsy