歌曲 | Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten |
歌手 | The Rotted |
专辑 | Mutilated In Minutes |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Hide my face, my geatures of pain | |
Is there any point of having a name | |
I stare in front, | |
I see only red | |
As I lay here upon my death bed | |
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten | |
The cannibals feast upon my innards | |
Using bark to eat their dinner | |
Moist muscle, inner bile | |
Handfuls of viscera | |
Being eaten in piles | |
Eaten Cut, gut, beaten, eaten | |
A half eaten carcass soaked in blood | |
Rotting in the heat, and mud | |
Cavity wounds, | |
Gaping holes | |
I'm left disregarded by these cannibal trolls |