Defleshed - Gone With The Faeces Lyrics
As your ugly face penetrates my heartI drop my moral thoughts, turn killing to an artI don't care about sex, or to spread the oatI just need the sound when I cut your throatAnd to feel your life running down my faceRunning down my feet, coloring every placeBloodbath, I've got some plans made up for the corpseSeparate the limbs from the actual bodyI put the parts nicely on the grill...drillWhile the meat will fry I thought it would be niceTo start working for the "Belly Surprise"I got the idea from the Irish meal "Haggis"I will though approach a bit differentI will not use a sheep as you can understand..tear...I tear the belly out of the stomachAnd I stuff it with various itemsLike the guts, the eyes, the entrails and brainsThen I tie it hard with a rope of yarnI finally sink it into a pretty big pot filled withbouillon made of bloodA decoration of the mans head and shredsOh, I look at the smell-emitting meatOn the barbeque, I'm starting with the feetMother...she gave birth to me when she was sixty-fourI invite her 'cause I want to see if she still adores goreI've got you under my skin...You're doing well deep in my cellI am your hell, I hope you feel it too......it was nice to eat you
