No qualms about amputation No scruples about decapitation Swimming in blood and slipping in guts Screaming the gospel of mutilation Scrambled brains and fried entrails Shredded flesh in lunch pails Morbid minds all think alike We preach the sermon of Gore!
It takes a special kind of freak To let yourself Gore Shriek!
The pages are stuck together And dripping with fetid ink It's a four color bloodbath With a lovely, rotting stink Zombies attack and bite Full moons where monsters howl I read in a blissfully twisted state These tales so wonderfully foul
It takes a special kind of freak To let yourself Gore Shriek!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
