Down in the dirtiest streets
I knew nothing of my destiny
Surrounded by my scars, the scent of visceral flesh
Evisceratrix!
There is now nothing but rotten members of mutilated corpses
I think it is a nice truth:
My organs totally exposed
So I shall tell thee
All my idiosyncrasies
When I started to travel through myself
Terrified, I saw my misery
Unfortunately I am not ready to die
Afraid to awake, to look inside
But my wounds, they make me happy:
They prove that I am perishing
-and anyway I`ll pass away
With a knife I cut all the members
and so my desire is to eat`em all
to eat the flesh, swallow the blood
through arteries and veins
My blood and flesh, they don`t deserve it so - I argue
but I shall chew them, devour them all
and so restart the cycle of my Peristaltic Movements
In my mouth I fell so acrid
but anyway it tasted good! By enzymatic activities
Digestion now, it crosses me - the scent of my faeces
Not belong to myself now
I dreg me and unchain me - to myself.