Stillborn Condition - Haberdashery Lyrics

I'm the haberdasher, the hacker, the slasher
Don't you dare complain when you're hanging from my chain
To drain blood, pain will be surreal
You will never feel and you'll thank me in the end
Don't pretend it's anything less than excruciating
Agony
Scream for me

Please explain why it's wrong to indulge myself
In these horrific acts if it fills my soul to the brim
Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow
The dull of his blade
I wear what I cut
None goes to waste

Blood all over the place
Flesh all over my face
Guts in the tub, a labor of love
Disassembled to recreate
Now I'm alive inside you
A slave to industry

Skinless, exposed and covered in flies

I marvel at what I've done
And what I will do again
And I won't f*cking stop
Until I'm f*cking dead (Bitch)

I'll cut you into pieces, and your
Little f*cking pieces will have
Little f*cking pieces of their own
Now go ahead and pray to Jesus, like he gives a f*ck
No one gives a f*ck, just let this go