Lyrics The Peeler - Abramelin

The Peeler

Inimical thoughts that course through my mind
Thoughts best buried, unseen
Sooner or later these thoughts become actions
Let me explain what I mean
They call me The Peeler, that suits me fine
It describes my art to a tee
A collector of skin from the fat to the thin
It’s all the same to me
A butcher of humans, a killer of man
Rending your flesh as slow as I can
There’ll be no dying fast, you’ll suffer and scream
The Peeler’s at work, your hot blood will stream
I’ll start round the back, stick my blad in your crack
Scraping your spine as I slice
A pain so intens, that your mind can’t make sense
Fear not I’m extremely precise
A butcher of humans, a killer of man
Rending your flesh as slow as I can
There’ll be no dying fast, you’ll suffer and scream
The Peeler’s at work, your hot blood will stream
Let’s speak of precision.
I’ll make my incision
I’d put a good surgeon to shame
Rending live flesh is what I do best
I have to live up to my name
You looked such a fright, all red & white
Glistening bright red, bones exposed
Twitching you shook like a fish on a hook
Skinned from your head to your toes
I’m back in my lair with your skin and your hair
Your blood splattered hide is now mine
Wearing your flesh while it’s supple and fresh
A feeling I cannot define
But alas this won’t last, your flesh hardens fast
So it’s back to work I must go
Stalking more prey, I am so keen to slay
I can feel myself starting to grow
Within the hour I’ll unleash my power
Stripping and ripping for fun
The Peeler is here, a name man will fear
For many a year to come
The Peeler is here, a name man will fear
For many a year to come