Grotesque Butchery piosenki

Along this table before me Lies my tools of demise the tools to cut your flesh, to operate You are strapped down with chains that cut and tear your skin Unaware of your sick and twisted fate I take my knife and start to cut off your skin to hide my disfigured...

Headless incineration A product of my fucked up mind Murder becomes a hobby Collecting the heads of my enemies It's time to collect, pay the toll As I hack, my hatred grows Rusty sawblade tearing the flesh I enjoy this, I confess As you scream I cut you dee...

Lurking in the shadows Stalking the prey I'm right behind her She dies today She reached her doorstep and stepped inside completely unaware of where I hide I open the window Don't make a sound This bitch will be sleeping ...underground Grab he...

Deep in the bowels of the unknown Lies horrific blood stained chambers The smell of putrid remains... I've brought you here for torture You awake to find yourself Strapped to a garrote I slowly sharpen the screw that bores into your neck Your spinal...

Meat cleaver, hacking off your limbs Shotgun blast, blows off your face Gushing, gouging stab wounds Ice pick ruptures flesh I quickly make the kill You're better eaten fresh Open you wide, ripping out the organs I sink my teeth into your flesh I'm...