The truth is a thing that I say, Cause I know all about decay, Grave worms are sucking the brain, Victims was butchered with chain, Vile flesh is covered by flies The process of rotting so nice This is a brutal surprise. One terrible night at the detour road The children was playing seek-and-hide Brutally smashed flesh of their corpses Is heavily devoured from inside! The cur was driving without the light And what’s happened then is no reason to say – Cause this story about decay… Gut anyhow were lying on the road, And internals were scattered and bled It’s hardly crushed by wheels of the truck The body without the head! Shredded corpses are rotting Around the week on the road And carrion-crows are picking their eyes The process of rotting so nice This is a brutal surprise In death convulsions they was Trembling and bleeding And the cur had finished them with a chain – Impossible to find the fragmented brain The truth is a thing that I say, Cause I know all about decay, Grave worms are sucking the brain, Victims was butchered with chain, Vile flesh is covered by flies The process of rotting so nice This is a brutal surprise.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
