Sever their fingers now I need blood for my love of the living I need to feel their suffering For my love of the dying I want to feel every part of their body And sever their limbs for the pleasure of my skin Sever it Torture it Slaughter it And end this shit We are now slaves And we mesure it We are now food And we can taste it And now you see what your servile kind have created I am no truth until you read it straight And you knew all this time I was not your fear You knew all this time you were so hungry You are so hungry Sever their fingers now I need blood for my love of the living I need to feel their suffering For my love of the dying I want to feel every part of their body And sever their limbs for the pleasure of my skin Severed hands