This is the grand opening of my restaurant A place where people will arrive to die There comes my first guest Guest: “Um, hello!” Killing Machine: “Hi!”

You have come for feeding You won’t leave while breathing You will die here screaming No one can help you Your meal half digested Still you are molested No tip and it’s attested You’ve ended up on the menu As you are tied to the desk Inside of my basement that I’ve specially designed to make you weep Various devices and machinery prepared and they were not cheap Segregate the limbs from the body Using a chainsaw I got as a birthday present Mother knows what’s best for her boy Gushing of blood at my face just makes me transcendent Share with me your full life story Key information for this torture to be vivid Your body becomes my toy Every good toy needs a concept to be fun Your gaze caught by a mysterious satanic mark, a symbol on the floor You think it’s a ritual but I don’t have a clue where it came from 40, your best years Daughter and a son Loyal wife and a dog Life was a paradise 20 years grinding school Half a life for PhD Steady job in programing Life was a deity Go to church every day Along with your family Thank the god for your luck Life as a fantasy Strange path of this life Led you to me Now in hands of a psychopath Unalived you’ll be So coincidental Fate is accidental Future with potential Easily destroyed As your time is ending To sleep you’re transcending Your beliefs are bending This fucking life is a fraud

While skinning the face of my last victim Front door bell rings, I hear a revolting giggle My bliss disturbed, I drop the peeler I grab my hook, a handy damage dealer I storm outside, I see them sitting Holding their hands, for this inn a sight unfitting He turns to me and stares with despise I made them wait, he tells me to apologize For his look I took my hook Up his nose it goes into his eye By his face he’s pulled from the ground His feet twitching, I smash him down Half of his face lies impaled on my steel Trophy to remember my latest kill Disgraced he’s left to bleed out on the floor She runs, but I’m faster to lock the door Adrenaline rush, dismayed she shrieks Violently I grab her around her cheeks Fingers push in deep in her meat Terror in her eyes makes this oh so sweet Prevented to breathe, from nausea she’ll fall She’s a tough one, so I slam her on the wall Hair draped in blood, I slam her again She still resists, I do it again and again No more games I grab her thin long legs In kitchen she is to be butchered Trail of blood paints the floor as she’s dragged Crying she flounders in it while gagged Once we are there, I jump on her Full body weight of a proud restaurateur She spots my shelf and a knife there In shoulder I’m stabbed but I don’t fucking care Confused she screams, pushes and kicks Her cunt with a hand mixer I transfix Ovaries torn, guts leave her ass She sees her dad, skinned, she’s forced to collapse Stupid victim: “Will you go out on a date with me now? - To a restaurant. New one just opened outside of the town. - It will be fun! I heard their customer service is good! - They take care of you. And I heard that they serve amazing food. - Like their famous stew!” In my restaurant won’t be any love That’s done so I put on my cleaning glove Now I must dispose of these human pests For I have to prepare for my new guests

Eyes gouging machine Die, die, die, bleed Die, die, die, bleed, die Mr. Harald arrives early to collect the rent To keep my inn I would have to complete this transaction But to me his wishes are completely irrelevant Still he continues to threaten me with legal action No way, I am going to keep all this money for myself I have a persuasion tool that is just waiting on my shelf Face my machine Eyes gouging machine Die, die, die, bleed Die, die, die, bleed, die Mr. Igor buys a premise right across the street By opening a pizza place he’s fulfilling his dream Now with that guy for customers I have to compete So I take my business making tool and go to him But as soon as I’m in his lair A young waitress welcomes me there Wide hipped figure, charming blond hair Then lust strikes me, I have to slay her So I throw her over shoulder Igor confronts me like soldier My machine on him applied His inn explodes as I walk outside Face my machine Eyes gouging machine Im Killing Machine Killing Machine A Killing Machine The Killing Machine Mr. Killing Machine

I pack my bags and mount my boar A journey I have to endure For I need the supplies which only one man provides I need vegan men to make dinner out of them I’ve traveled very long High mountains I’ve climbed Lonely deserts I’ve crossed And finally I’ve arrived Here at the end of the world A gate glowing divine It brings forth a shadow A man tall as the sky With one almighty respectful handshake He takes me right inside of his sacred domain There he escorts me to see what’s behind Secrets and the magic, it’s blowing my mind Then I confess what I came here for now But he already knows and I do not know how Vegan plantations he presents to me Bodies in the ground, heads above is what I see He commands robots his gardening machines They pack them in the bags so precisely it seems Now they’re prepared to be pulled by my boar But there is one more item I cannot ignore Killing Machine: “Please my I take some of your holy cabbage? I’ll pay you with whatever you say, I will manage!” The Cabbager: “I do not need any money from you! Take it but beware there is one who’s hunting you!” I go back home With thoughts in my head Someone really wants to kill ME?! Is he kidding? They’ll be dead! It is time for the dinner, where critics will feed I have to impress them, bring out vegan meat Vegan cannibal, vegan cannibal Vegan cannibal, cannibal, cannibal When they’re done feasting on these vegans I’ll show them something interesting There’s a fun small thing in my basement That I think they’ll find amusing Vegan cannibal, vegan cannibal Vegan cannibal, cannibal, cannibal Vegan cannibals agree to follow me I lead them to my cellar floor There’s a pentagram and four victims Boy, girl, her dad and a waitress whore Disfigured, damaged but still alive Why won’t they die? They have suffered, they have bled Still they’re not dead! It must be that this pentagram Keeps them alive To reveal this mystery I need a victim number five And as I escort the cannibals out With kind words them I am baiting To spread the word of my restaurant And give me a five-star rating

Commercial: “Welcome to my nest I only serve the best to my guest You should come here if you’re stressed for a rest Visit me and taste the orphan stew All have confessed That they were impressed with the best Meal they could possibly test and digest Visit me and taste the orphan stew” Such good stew! The best stew! How is it made? Listen, be amazed! Recipe: “Capture some orphans and Take them out of their clothes Chain them to the ceiling and then skin them from their heads down to their toes Open up the stomach and take out their guts and bones Let them hang to dry Then come back tomorrow to check out if they’re somehow still alive Cut their flesh in tiny pieces with a sharpened knife Toss it all in giant pot Add a little bit of flavor through pepper And put some cabbage from the cabbager Put in water that is hot Add a little bit of salt and potatoes Add more cabbage from the cabbager Let it simmer for one hour or more [Commercial:] Così buono stufato! Il miglior stufato! Feel the stufato! Be the stufato! Ten small kids arrive hungry Their orphanage has a bargain with me Each weekend they get a chance To eat food and I’m played in advance Out of the kitchen I arrive They think I’ll serve them, but they will die With me I bring tools for murder Instead of a tasty cheeseburger Horrified faces Notice my chains They swiftly scatter They’re using their brains But malnourished bodies Are holding them back I use my spinning Chain attack Outside parks a car While these mutilated kids are crawling everywhere inside my bar If someone tries to enter they will not get very far Indoor steps a “man” Wearing AA t-shirt claiming to me that he has a better band It is time for this poser to meet his very end I take a kid by its leg Hurl it in the air for few seconds maximum Then I launch it at his head I grab two more in each hand As flail I will use them to maim my enemy I smash him till his bones bend I drag him into my cellar There he’ll stay for later use I come back and all are gone They have eaten each other To avoid the abuse But there’s one girl still alive Killing Machine: “What is your name sweet child?” The girl: “Emily”.

EMILY! EMILY! Young chubby girl Her belly is full She ate all of her friends Ever since then She’s trapped in here and I stuff her face with food Sharp metal hook now pierces through the firm base of her jaw And it sticks out between her teeth, to fence tied with a rope EMILY! EMILY! She must expand Till she cannot stand Human reservoir of lard Bound in her filth I do not feel guilt I clean her time to time Long dirty hose now slides into her soft fragile throat Leftover food starts to flow through to make her stomach bloat EMILY! EMILY! There will not be any sunlight for you No running through grass, no climbing the trees Your only hobby from now is to chug And fill out your body with ounces of grease All alone, days and nights Your friends forever: roaches and mice Emily stay with me till the end of time You will be deprived by me of all joys of a child Emily your new life starts in basement cage You’ll transform and survive through your thirst and rage EMILY!

Come with me, if you’re are still alive From last time I recall you are good at programing Connect me with your hacking skill To every screen on earth, all will know Broadcast my cooking show Inside my basement room there is a five pointed star Some sort of pentagram carved in the floor Five subjects at each end, cameras film from afar Today the ones will die who couldn’t die before THE FEMALE: WHITE FOR LOVE Tied up on a chair like served on a plate Set for me to eat right away Your loved one chained by his only hand Other I’ve taken away With a twitching face I approach to you Full of fear you’ll stare as I tear Apart your primitive sense for love This torment is too much to bear Insanity dictates And now I grab my axe with extreme pleasure In her frightened eyes resides my blue reflection My axe slips between her shoulder and neck I continue to chop, I continue to hack One hundred wounds on her, her arm ripped apart Her dearest one can’t watch, it is impairing his heart Then I suddenly hit and slice through her vein It’s a jugular vein, my favorite vein For it sprays life fountain – he watches as she bleeds Let if fall like rain – for her freedom he now pleads Gouging machine takes her eyes – he watches and he cries I store them in a jar – and through my sadism love dies THE MALE: BLACK FOR HATE Next target selected, to beating subjected Faceless from our last encounter and disrespected Her first love, her soul mate has blindly sealed her fate By convincing her that they should go on one more date And he’ll know, that he’s not a real man when I smash in his dick When I’m done he’ll disappear in fluid form through sink Huge metal hammer I take into my hand His body I will use as human punching bag Collision of my hammer and his groin Reproduction system destroyed His flesh bursts around me – she listens as he bleeds Body parts fly away – for his freedom she now pleads His bones liquidized – she listens and she cries Now he’s a shapeless flesh pile – and through my sadism love dies CULMINATION 1 He has left this world form my final attack And the first seal at the end of the pentagram glows black Now that he is dead she has lost her will to fight And the second seal at the end of the pentagram glows white Inside my basement room there is a five pointed star Some sort of pentagram carved in the floor Three subjects are now left, cameras film from afar Today the ones will die who couldn’t die before And on the big screens, grossed out, the people watch They vomit and they break their streaming gear Police and FBI alarmed attempt to search To where the signal leads, while unconcerned I drink beer THE WAITRESS: RED FOR LUST Tied up on a bed like served on a plate Set for me to eat right away It’s a shame you had to quit your waitress job You’ve only worked of two days In your past life free, now enslaved by me Just one victim in my large crime I remove your clothes, mine I don’t have to I was nude this whole fucking time Insanity is mine And now I grab my cam and then I climb on you I point it at your face to get a better view And make it easy to see by your friends and family Before it’s marred by me, before it’s ruined by me Even before my drop of slaver falls on you I bite hard on your face and I begin to chew Inside your mouth your tongue surrounded by the teeth But I eat everything, I still eat everything And it makes me burp well - this tongue was quite delicious Teeth were also not that bad - they are pretty nutritious But to me you’re not just food - a cause for my erection I engage my sexual organ - you’re my means for satisfaction THE POSER: YELLOW FOR PRIDE Diseased, infected, with synthol injected Half a meter long when fully erected As pus projected what tissue rejected Violent creation for mating perfected And I push my fingers right inside of your slick stomach hole In two opposite sides I begin to pull Skin and muscle break apart, organs are revealed With my manhood your insides are going to be filled Friction of my dick upon your innards Friction of my dick upon your innards As she is dehumanized – no pride is left within her Only reeking white goo – no life left inside her either In the corner of the room – the poser’s chained and crying From lack of man’s endurance – he is slowly fucking dying CULMINATION 2 From my wretched act she’s left dead in the bed And the third seal at the end of the pentagram glows red He dies from seeing death ‘cause he is a weak fellow And the fourth seal at the end of the pentagram glows yellow Inside my basement room there is a five pointed star Some sort of pentagram carved in the floor One subject is just left, cameras film from afar Today the ones will die who couldn’t die before And on the big screens, grossed out, the people watch They vomit and they break their streaming gear Police and FBI have finally found a lead Now they are in pursuit, but I don’t care and still drink beer THE PROGRAMMER: GREEN FOR ENVY And now we are finally alone For all that was has led to this The final seal must start to glow But first you must stop to exist You, a man with nothing left Used for my malicious cause Your son and daughter lay dead No more purpose, only loss In his state he stands up He takes himself inside the seal His whole core lights up And his sadness denies my kill In one blast he is no more He left this this world with a grin No guts, no blood, no gore But the last seal starts glowing green CULMINATION 3 The star rotates, the ground shakes, from it the power storms From each seal light rays emerge, in middle portal forms As the troops surround my inn I’m lured by portals lights And I enter inside to the den of the mortal delights

The army storms my mansion, inside atrocities Not made for human eye to witness, to look Some die from horrid tension, the others could not find survivors Only an open cage, a hose and a hook They decide to blow my home to smithereens For all that was here must be forgotten The scene gets cleared, only one hooded figure Alone looking at the ruins, slim, rotten And he speaks out of the blue: “Looks like I’ve found you!”