a pyroclastic bashing against your primal brain
drenches of gore surround you, its driving you insane
know nothing but the gore that carves its way through your mind
stripping off the flesh, leave the bones behind.

A twisted mass of rot stretched over my face
a hammer in my hand, hacksaw lodged in place
strapped into your chair, you've escaped before
welcome to the family of raw fucking gore

appetite for barbecued flesh
I prefer my victims fresh
devouring the skin of man
with chainsaw in my hand

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