Voices - Autopsy

I hear voices they tell me what to do

Right now they’re telling me to kill you

Yesterday I loved you

Today I want you dead

Beat you, decapitate you

Freeze your severed head

My family didn’t understand me

When I told them why I do the things

I am told so I took their lives

Limbs in the refrigerator

Pieces in a sack

Torso in the garbage

With the spine ripped from it’s back

I hear voices

Now they tell me

That I need some younger flesh

To desecrate and use randomly

They didn’t see it coming

The little ones now dead

Chopping hacking freezer bagging

Morsels that I’ll eat

For sex I’ll use the head

For sex I’ll use the fucking head