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