Guts splattered, body scattered I cut the flesh and kill Disfigured, I stab Your face Flesh breaks to open wounds I strike the knife into Your eyes And
, torture killer Murderer, I rape the dead, torture killer Carving up your flesh Until I get to the bone Murder all I can True death still lives on Open
Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs A trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets
[Special Fan Edition track] Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs a trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant
rape the dead Torture killer Crushing bone and skin As I break a hole through your cranium Mutilated death Piles of decayed victims - brutalized Torturing the human flesh
