Vicious twisting grates of steel together, fluid pouring from the holes, serrated
Watching from the side, not stomaching the torment of the living

My greatest yet, a violent squelching sight
And soon you're next

Cutting off the fingers, pulling out the ligaments, deep into the flesh now
Drilling through the eyelids, removing all the pieces, deep into the flesh now

Operating, salivating, savouring the suffering, yes, the beauty I'm creating