Throw them in Into the pit Nothing leaves except bloody heaps Rotting cadavers all around As your gaze meets the screaming crowd
Your death will be slow
As the howls draw near Your whole body swells with fear Fueled by meth and starvation These tweaker hounds are prepped for mutilation
Unleash the feral pack Upon the helpless horde The scent of meat hits their nose As they rip your skin from bone
Moans of anguish Fill the dome as dogs tear at your flesh Nothing left but shredded meat What a gory site The crowd is now pleased Scraping bones and fiening growls Feasting as the hunger grows Fighting for the bloody scraps Meth fueled sadistic display
Hear The Roar
From the fiends
Behold Meth fueled mutilationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
