Feel my chainsaw tear you in half.
Organs fall from your waist,
don't scream I'll put them back.
Come forth dismembered on display,
volunteer your life,
hypnotized prepare to die.
this spike is real, a real iron headache.
Rip out your eyes, now bow before me
Montag the Magnificant
Lay down on my metal press.
Limbs securely restrained,
the machine begins.
No more gut, a hole in it's place.
My sword will slice open your throat
choke on your own blood.
Look here see my eyes,
concentrate; let me consume you.
one by one feed the fire,
the illusion of death.
the wizard of gore feeds the fire,
the death of illusion
and be consumed by fire.
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