The Floor Lyrics

It's concrete evidence

That's where I buried them

They're in the floor

I love the gore

And no one's finding them

I lure them to my place

Using my wit and grace

I cut them open

See them choking

Pain with on their face

Black bloodied suitcases, evidence and more

If I take you home you'll go straight in the floor

Deep down in my foundations

There hides a new creation

A mix of limbs and rotting skin

The devils incarnation

I bathe within their blood

And damn it feels good

Their screams of death

Run out of breath

And that is what I love

Teeth of my victims, their fingers, galore

These are the things you will find in the floor

I hope they liked cement

Cause that is where they went

I dig a hole, that's where they go

Now they start their decent

Screeches of souls echo back from before

These are the sounds that call out from the floor

Screeches of souls echo back from before

These are the sounds that call out from the floor

You can hang out with them deep in the floor

Pristine condition, down deep in the floor!