The Specimen lies there on the stone Fluids bubbling from his nose Tongue protruding from his mouth Eyes all swollen popping out Slice him open across his throat Cut through muscle tissue and bone Crimson blood spills on me One more twist his head comes free
Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
Cutting off the rotting palms Wrap them up tight, put them in jars Score from chest to pubic bone Pull apart and cover your nose Take out the stomach kidneys & liver Serve up fried for a dainty dinner Split the diaphragm under the ribs Find the lungs, put your hands in
Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack
Hang the body in the shed Using meat-hooks through the legs Catch the blood as it drips from the stump Like the others from the past The naked belly, full of cysts Smells so good, I cant resist I know inside this ones the best As I eat the rotting chestTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
