I sit as tomorrow I die and today I will unburden my soul. These =
Events have tortured me, and destroyed me. I can still hear her =
Faint screams engulfed in the atmosphere around me. The stench of =
Ammonia still encircles the room where her disemboweled corpse lies. =
One night returning home, much intoxicated, I fancied my wife to =
Avoid me.
I seized her with the fury of a demon instantaneously possessed. I =
Knew myself no longer. My original soul, at once to leave my body =
And a more fiendish malevolence, gin — nurtured, thrilled every =
Fibre of my frame.
At an instant, I grabbed the knife from the kitchen and left an =
Incision from ear to ear. In turn, her limp weak corpse fell =
Instantaneously. I, in return having received much pleasure from the =
Initial blow, had begun to cut into her abdomen. Once inside, I =
Began exploring the regions of her innards. The warm blood still =
Running, the warm blood still running down my hands is cold and =
Damp.
I began to remove her intestines, stopping to take a little nibble =
Or tow. Her uterus seems to mesmerize me as I bury my head into it =
And lose myself into a world of the subconscious. For now I know the =
Many pleasures of my wife, and I will soon be joining her. (Solo: =
Hobbs)