Hide my face, my geatures of pain
Is there any point of having a name
I stare in front, i see only red
As i lay here upon my death bed
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten
The cannibals feast upon my innards
Using bark to eat their dinner
Moist muscle, inner bile
Handfuls of viscera
Being eaten in piles
Eaten
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten
A half eaten carcass
Soaked in blood
Rotting in the heat, and mud
Cavity wounds, gaping holes
I'm left disregarded by
These cannibal trolls
Nervous Gibbering Wreck
Only Tools And Corpses
Pain As A Prelude To Death
Mutilated In Minutes, Severed In Seconds
Bed 'Em, Behead 'Em
Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten
Masticated By The Spasticated
To Catch A Killer (A Serial Sing-A-Long)
Gagged, Shagged, Bodybagged
Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack
Selection And Dissection Of Parts For Resurrection
Put Your Bits In A Concrete Mix
...And Everything Went Black
Fuck Your Arse With Broken Glass
Can't Fit Her Limbs In The Fridge
Stab Me Till I Cum
Fable Of Filth
Her Gash I Did Splash
Corpse Fucking Art
A Very Grave Business