Desecration Life Of Gore
Searching under cover of night
Lurking in the darkened streets
Hunting for his victims
To carve them into meat
First he slits their throat
Then stabs at the head
Severely severing the limbs
Butchering until they're dead
Skull shattered into pieces
Cranial fluid oozes out
Ribcage smashed and torn away
Life of gore he can't live without
Corpse lies strewn across the road
Battered, mangled, severed, torn
Defleshed body quivering
Still pretty moist and warm
Ripping off chunks of flesh
Spine is snapped in two
Vile aroma of gastric juice
Hands into the shell, intestinal slime
Extraction of the innards, one glut at a time
Face spattered with blood, hands covered in guts
For him this is foreplay, he plays with his nuts
Once human life, decorates his home
One of the advantages of living all alone!
