Meathook massacre
I cut you for a living in the mercenary's den
Slice your guts and open up
For the masters of your world and kin
They have a necromantic need
For a misanthropic autopsy
A connoisseur lobotomy
Stir it up, there goes your head
You'll be my uninvited passenger
Inhumanity's first breath
A subject for my meathook massacre
Paid by your God, a dance of death
I shall proceed till bone is broken
Blood will run like rivers flow
The meat I shatter is my token
Take me wherever pain must go
I dream of violence and death
Every day and every night
Their deadly silence is my daily bread
I think of terror beyond the divine
Meathook massacre
I'll kill you for a living
If you'll be standing in my way
No remorse nor forgiving
You're only flesh and bone to me
You'll be my uninvited passenger
Humanity's last breath
A subject for my meathook massacre
Paid by your God, a dance of death
Crimson blood, immortal steel
Boiling guts the pain reveal
Life is suffering
Death is my salvation
Succumb to my
Meathook massacre
Meathook massacre
Meathook massacre
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