B / Bhàs / Cabin in the Woods
Crawling forth I see through the window A family of three A child a drunk and a mother A widow soon to be
Needle sick, she crawls up the stairs, all alone a child left bare Scooping the infant into my jaw, I snap it in half and devour it raw
Ascending the stairs, lightly I tread Littered with junkies, the chemically dead The sadistic feast compelled Me to feed Refusing to stop the hunger and greed
Needle sick, I tear them apart Gorging on tissue I feast on their heart Tearing their limbs and ripping their skin Flesh eating maggots crawling within
Meat hook sacrilege, No remorse
Cannibal fantasy Flesh to be scorched Perception through your pain While I fuck brain
(Mark Williamson) Abhorrent, stripped of Flesh Scalped, your flesh I shall inject Emaciated husks, rotting before death You were gone, before your last breath
Torching the cabin, work complete Entrails swinging from the mantle Corpses still, infested deceased Roaming the forest, feasting as I please
Needle sick, I tear them apart Gorging on tissue I feast on their heart Tearing their limbs and ripping their skin Flesh eating maggots crawling within Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |