Dreamwork

Time for new victim
Looking for a fresh young girl
Me and my saw

There she is, waiting to be killed
Helpless she falls down
Raped after mutilation

Now I'm standing here
In blood-drenched clothes
Her heart in my hands
And her guts on the street

Got what I came for
Pumping mass for my creation
The item for my dreamwork

Surgical incisions, open ribcage
Home-preserved corpse
My spouse dearly departed

Young engine for dead matter
Clinical resurrection performed
The eyes of my creation

Stare at me, recognize
Who I am, her love lost
Emotionally overwhelmed

Still confused, unsure at first
Experience the intimacy again
Soothing melancholic embrace

Suddenly stabbed in the chest
Through lungs and heart
Now, it's my time to depart