"Den Of The Picquerist" as written by and John Kempainen Brian Eschbach....
Slicing, stabbing, hacking, maiming,
Shredding, severing, rearraging.
Mincing, dicing, mutilating,
Surpassing mere dreams or masturbatings.

Flowers of flesh and blood,
Enthralling unruptured skin,
An empty easel appalling.
Dismemberment is my expression,
This weapon is my sex phallic.
My every thrust gaining an entrance to the red.

Your blood, your blood,
Your blood is what I need,
The sight, the smell, the taste of it,
Beside myself with glee.
Posing your body to humiliate,
Beyond recognition my knives perforate,
Den of the picquerist.


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"Den of the Picquerist" as written by John Kempainen Brian Eschbach

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    General CommentA picquerist is someone who gathers pleasure from penetrating flesh, inflecting pain upon others preferably through stabbing, and those listed above in the lyrics.

    Through that we understand that this song is about a man's lust to taste blood. Through different means of pain.
    reedbadfishon July 01, 2011   Link

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