this is a killing floor

this is a killing floor

nothing more

so please don't scream

any more

this is a killing floor

not a noise floor

in fact

it is soundproof

studded for thud

and soaked in blood

old dried blood

of killings past

shh…

not so fast

this is a killing floor

not a willing floor

i gave it no choice

when i brought her heart

here for more

here to die

beneath my crushing fingers

the ruthless knife

of my brutal life

my horrible disease

to make her

my plaything

you see I never could love

long

i’m a slayer in the nighttime

a singer of songs

drooling late over shifting things

the sexy eyes

of the lasting ways

to take her back

and to make her crazed

and the trouble there

is she wants to stay

at least will one day

and this is the perils of

of my appetite

so this is a killing floor

beneath this bed
tonight

the whips and the chains

and the ghosts in my head

and the sweetest surprise

that they all seem to dread

when they realize

they aren’t the last one

and i’m so sorry

but this is a killing floor

nothing more

and the man that resides there

is lonely for more

but this

is a killing floor

nothing more

nothing more….