Ear to ear I hull off your face Leave the body in my special place Cut too deep and hit the bone Another waste of time I moan Salvage what I can and burn the rest A mask of your face goes in the press Ferment your excrement, I crush your skull Chop off the top, I make my bowl The next day I awake to my cereal Top it off with your skin milk, ethereal Skin milk, epidermal filth Smiling, for my next kill Why are the cows the only ones With open pastures to graze My source of calcium smiles at me everyday