Lyrics:

Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy
Your stiff can be excised aberrantly

Convulsions transpire, your seeping suppuration
Our intimacy is arcane to culture
These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure
Fail to be appreciated

Your propositions aren't enough
My expectations don't meet yours

In due time, I'll dictate your vile form
Into my incapable
Hands and claim you
For my own

You're born into these hands again

Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell
Send the slut back to Hell

Another whore to seek
To fondle and misuse
Back to the grave
To exhume again