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
Hacksore
Fable Of Filth
Mutilated In Minutes, Severed In Seconds
Masticated By The Spasticated
Put Your Bits In A Concrete Mix
Only Tools And Corpses
Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten
Selection And Dissection Of Parts For Resurrection
Nervous Gibbering Wreck
Bed 'Em, Behead 'Em
To Catch A Killer (A Serial Sing-A-Long)
Severed, Sawn And Sold As Porn
...And Everything Went Black
Can't Fit Her Limbs In The Fridge
Adding Insult To Injury
Her Gash I Did Splash
Village People Of The Damned
Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack
Fuck Your Arse With Broken Glass
Dead Drunk