My Home Is My Slaughterhouse
Cunt Grinder
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The noise of my chainsaw
the sound of breaking bones
drown out my radio
my home is my
slaughterhouse
the sugarsweet odour of
putrefying humans is
filling the air
my home is my
slaughterhouse
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bones and flesh
towered up high...
the blood streams through
the rooms...
the noise of my chainsaw
the sound of breaking bones
drown out my radio
my home is my
slaughterhouse
please don't scream so loud,
'cause otherwise
your deathscreams
drown out my radio
the birds, they love to fly
the nuns, they love to sex
the cats love catching mice
and i to hack and slice