Impetigo - Wizard Of Gore

Wizard Of Gore [Lyrics: Stevo /october 1989 / Music: Stevo and Scott /april 1991] Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spike into your head Shove a sword down your gullet Until you’re fucking dead... My dreams ... your nightmares My obsession... your affliction I yank out your brains... You think I’m insane? Is this some morbid fantasy You’ve been dying to fulfill? Or is it just a vision You’re obsessed with still? Is it your face or my hideous laugh? Is it the knot in your stomach’s slack? Is it an illusion? or is it real? Is is your fate? or your face I peel?