Six Feet Under Impulse To Disembowel
Back again to kill and gut
I crave intestine
Fist f..cked, reduced to a stump
Kill all
Skinless body, naked hanging
Blood is draining
Carving, killing, swollen beauty
Holes appearing
Brutalizing, convulsing
Skinned and greasy
Still breathing, anal carving
Holes are oozing
Slit your throat deep
Off cane your head
Pulled out the guts
Right through your f..cking neck
Don't think I give a f..ck
About your life or religion
I don't f..cking care
About the world you f..cking live in
Injecting bleach into your eyes
Body starts to quiver
Spilled your guts onto the floor
Consume the fecal drainage
Liver withered, appendix punctured
Pancreatic explosion
Knife scraping spinal bone
Like nails on a chalk board
The pigs that want to lock me up
But they still don't know who I am
I leave a trail of blood and guts
Cold
Impulse to disembowel
Impulse to disembowel
Impulse to disembowel
Impulse to disembowel
