Human Abattoir Lyrics

Skin scalded, human abattoir

Body dangling, human abattoir

Peel the shell, human abattoir

Rotting stench, human abattoir

Your flesh

Grotesque

But not too bad in between two bits of bread

Savouring the gristle that I scraped from your cold dead skull

You are just meat to me

Decimation

Of your species waiting to be slaughtered in a pool of their own feces

You can't spell slaughter

Without laughter

The rotting

And burning

Preparation

For feasting