Gutted (Butchered At Birth 1991)

Текст песни Cannibal Corpse - Gutted (Butchered At Birth 1991)

[Verse 1]
Table of deranged, savage brutal being
Shocking way of life, living on human offspring
Murder of the innocent, pale gray face
Expressionless, horrid dismemberment
One person's tortures is another's pleasure
Malformation, a diseased brain

[Bridge]
Unsuspecting slowly dying
As his knife invades the child
Screams of pain, no one hears
Blood splotches now appear
Ecstacy through each cut
Now the body twitches
Gutted little torso
Ready to be cooked

[Verse 2]
Isolated in his own mind, need to kill now possesses
His body, self mutilated
Between killings, ejaculation
Cut off appendages of former victims
Sexual violence satisfaction
Disembodied corpses, spewing gore
On his body, soaked with their fluids
Various digestive parts, and assorted meats
Plunging his fist down the throat
Ripping out the guts, internal extraction
[Bridge]
Entire body bleeding, heart stops pumping
Child lying dead, just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite

[Verse 3]
Killing to release pure souls to heavens
Justification of his killing
Self-torture, stiffening pain
He sees the faces of the dead
Guts are strewn from the children
Splintered bones, poke through skin
Gratification through castration
Roasting parts for consumption