The Gutter Lyrics

Giving death while caressing the carcass

They blew the plume of warmness from her lips

She died so young

Points of blades

Cutting and chopping utensils

Flints for slicing three slices of brain dices

They always slice neatly down through the side to the spine

Being extra careful when sawing where the spine meets the top of the pelvis

Trims away the neck

Peels off meat from bones

Cuts the leg off at the bottom of the buttock

The rump will have to be carved as well

Offal and other waste trimmings disposed through burial and animal feed

Crush the broken knees

Mutilation bores me

Watching meat turn green

Hacking

Their short grey-to-brown fur covered in gore

Many more butchering skills to lore

Chunks of bone in the pools of blood

Quickly rotten in the jungle heat

Eat her meat

The rotting guts of a Nage virgin

Left decayed next to the damned

An eye removed

Traces of tears on her mutilated face, covered by her fabulous hair

Bashing her teeth in in her sleep

The sweet sleep of death

Undisguised admiration in a girl's passionate rotting

Blowjobs and black kisses for dark evenings