Shot to the head As he falls to the ground Humanity runs in fear Body stood still Fluids drained from the brain The sound of death has appeared Rushed to the room needing critical help His pulse begins to fade Drawers of death where his body last laid His skin will meet the blade
Sentence has arrived I will rip his skin to shreds Bloody hands galore And that's what everybody dreads Taking one step back As I dive in for more Incisions to his heart That's what necropsy is for
Skin the dead Skin the dead
Blame the dead for the passion I adore My knife cannot be stopped Digging in deep intestines Lying on the floor Your corpse is fully chopped More to carve My job is never really done The fun has just begun Ribs ripped in two Heading only for the heart For my actions I am shunned
Sentence has arrived I will rip his skin to shreds Bloody hands galore And that's what everybody dreads Taking one step back As I dive in for more Incisions to his heart That's what necropsy is for
Still alive but I don't really care Clinch to your last breath Ripping, shredding Take you corpse apart The sweet, sweet smell of rotting death Gutting your body Amused to see raw flesh Layers of skin I saw before At last I find what I was looking for The lungs of a dead and putrid whore
Skin the dead Skin the dead Skin the dead Skin the dead
Life is cheap You pay the price And once you're dead I'm here to sliceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.