Your Flesh Is Mine

I am a reaper
I am your death
I rip your face off
And wait for your last breath

I cut out your heart
I don't stop before I'm done
I look into your eyes
Until you are gone

Your life passes away
Your flesh is what stays

Oh lord make me strong
I know It can't be wrong
I love to see them pass away
It's time for them to pray

Your flesh is mine, the rest is up to god
I am the reaper, I do the final cut
Your skin is what I need
Leather for my breed

When I put my hands in
Their guts, it feels so warm and
Save, it overwhelms me
I have to do some more cuts

I can't hold on me
Now I crush you like a flea

I will cut your throat
Panic in your eyes
Butchered like a goat
You will never rise

Your flesh is mine, the rest is up to god
I am your reaper, I do the final cut
Your skin is what I need
Leather for my breed

Me and my rusty knife
No hope, no life
Separating flesh from the bones
Now you're the one who moans

The knife slowly penetrates
Piece by piece I amputate
Your body completely
I never hesitate



Credits
Writer(s): Deaf Aid, Gregor Fütterer, Harri Goldbeck, Marc Vergez, Sven Aker
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