Stabwound Symmetry Lyrics

Epidermal art, expressionism, evisceration of sacred skin. I am the Bob Ross of mutilation. Skin stretched like canvas, you wish to stop the immense pain from deep scissor incisions. Feel the cold steel meet warm flesh, patterns in your skin, this is stabwound symmetry. You can't stop the blood pouring from your flesh in vain. Try to resist the temptation to pass away, no you can't.