The most malicious, the most sadistic
A crude surgeon well versed in gore
The grandest schemer, the coldest creeper
You set the standard for low
Your perfect prey, Poor lonely soul
The woman of his dreams
You are a sight to behold
A callous mind, with frozen fingers
The bodies pile
As your profit margins soar
You lead the fly, into your web
A desperate fool
Searching for companionship
Down into a tub of ice
Cutting deeper with her knife
Thought you were some lucky schmuch
Your organs are all fucked
Thought he found company
Turned into misery
A bleeding, gaping hole
Fresh organs to be sold
Note dripping down the mirror
Is it written in my blood?
Cold tiles on my skin
Never feel safe again
credits
from Visceral Infection,
released July 14, 2015
Lyrics For "The Creeper" Written By Organ Dealer
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