Searching under cover of night Lurking in the darkened streets Hunting for his victims To carve them into meat
First he slits their throat Then stabs at the head Severely severing the limbs Butchering until they're dead
Skull shattered into pieces Cranial fluid oozes out Ribcage smashed and torn away Life of gore he can't live without
Corpse lies strewn across the road Battered, mangled, severed, torn Defleshed body quivering Still pretty moist and warm
Ripping off chunks of flesh Spine is snapped in two Vile aroma of gastric juice
Hands into the shell, intestinal slime Extraction of the innards, one glut at a time Face spattered with blood, hands covered in guts For him this is foreplay, he plays with his nuts Once human life, decorates his home One of the advantages of living all alone!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.