Alone in the Morgue - Whitechapel

As your system contracts

I’m waiting at the end with open mouth

My eagerness can’t hold itself, my nerves are jolting

I’m on my knees waiting for something to give

Cauterized, the sweat is quenching every feeling in my mind

Dark morgue’s my home

I’ll prowl in the nightfall

They want me to succumb

Isolated murder

No one can hear your screams

Your agony is bliss, your agony is bliss

Pure virgin held down

Trust me

I’ll give you everything

Trust me!

The hysterectomy is splattered on my face

Next stay ostectomy, I’m going weak

I’ll leave you gutted for authorities to find

Nowhere to be found

My instincts are in vain!