Heinously Dismembered Reduced to nothing But a mountain of dead flesh
Gone Never to be found Cold Corpses abound Blood Spilled everywhere Rot Death consumes the air
Disposal of the dead Is how I make my bread Customers in droves Seeking my skills Making people vanish Is my specialty I never turn down work Just pay the fuckin fee
Scalpels, forceps, hacksaws Tools of the trade First removing digits Next I'm pulling teeth Making sure there's no trace That this lump of meat is you Never worked a day cuz I Love what I do
In my human chop shop Cadavers are erased Unidentifiable Not a single trace
Make a Y-incision To open up the breastplate Fiendishly removing All the viscera
In my human chop shop Cadavers are erased Unidentifiable Not a single trace
Trace Not a single trace
Smashing your bones Bashing your skull Ravage the spine Savage decline
Place...the scattered parts In....tightly tied bags No one will ever find you Dig...your resting place Gone...deceasedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
