The Massacre

Hang you from the meat hooks
Pull your fucking eyes out
Slash you with a chainsaw
Watch your leg skid
Across the floor
Putrid entrails enduced
With slugs malicious maggots
Gnawing at your oozing sockets
A skinless cadaver
A heap of stink

Walls dripping
With blood
Filling shattered
Crevaces
As you die
Swarming with flies
As you die
Others will fry
Watch his prey
Spin in their graves

Lost in Texas
The massacre

Walls dripping
With blood
Filling shattered
Crevaces
As you die
Swarming with flies
As you die
Others will fry
Watch his prey
Spin in their graves

An eye for an eye
And a hand for a hand
And a tooth for a tooth
Sewing together pieces
Of their filth
No matter where you go
He is right on your ass
No one will hear you
Scream

Lost in Texas
The massacre
A cold blooded murderer
Six innocent people dead