Chummified

	作曲 : Cattle Decapitation, Ryan
	The sport of killing.
	Hanging by hook and 1,000lb test
	Predator vs. predator
	To turn these waters red
	The sharks go berserk
	They circle the boat
	We hide with machetes and knives
	Ambush and cut their throats
	Chopped up.
	Chunks. Cuts.
	Frozen in buckets of blood
	With my trusty machete
	I carve the parts to summon the sharks
	Lurking around the jetty
	In a frenzy they're circling, their incisors ready
	To masticate and to munch
	These things you call humans but we call it lunch
	They smell it from miles away
	I stand at the dock now a butchering block
	Smashing.
	Hacking. Laughing.
	We carry a payload
	Chopped torsos, heads and limbs
	Ground into a mulch
	Frozen and chummified
	Intestines.
	Fresh organs
	Left on the dock, reeking, cokked by the sun
	So pungent
	Disturbing.
	Vomiting induced an mixed with the chyme.
	This is blood.
	Not ashes.
	No mourning.
	No love. Sharks go berserk when the blood starts to spurt from the stern to the bow human chum is thrown out
	They never thought this would be the way they'd eventually die.
	Shredded into bite-sized pieces - a human goresicle.
	Knee-deep in intestines, gray soupy mixture resembling chyme.
	Sloshing heaps mobilized by waves distributing the piles.
	Granulized.
	Homocide.
	Chummified.

	zuò qǔ : Cattle Decapitation, Ryan
	The sport of killing.
	Hanging by hook and 1, 000lb test
	Predator vs. predator
	To turn these waters red
	The sharks go berserk
	They circle the boat
	We hide with machetes and knives
	Ambush and cut their throats
	Chopped up.
	Chunks. Cuts.
	Frozen in buckets of blood
	With my trusty machete
	I carve the parts to summon the sharks
	Lurking around the jetty
	In a frenzy they' re circling, their incisors ready
	To masticate and to munch
	These things you call humans but we call it lunch
	They smell it from miles away
	I stand at the dock now a butchering block
	Smashing.
	Hacking. Laughing.
	We carry a payload
	Chopped torsos, heads and limbs
	Ground into a mulch
	Frozen and chummified
	Intestines.
	Fresh organs
	Left on the dock, reeking, cokked by the sun
	So pungent
	Disturbing.
	Vomiting induced an mixed with the chyme.
	This is blood.
	Not ashes.
	No mourning.
	No love. Sharks go berserk when the blood starts to spurt from the stern to the bow human chum is thrown out
	They never thought this would be the way they' d eventually die.
	Shredded into bitesized pieces a human goresicle.
	Kneedeep in intestines, gray soupy mixture resembling chyme.
	Sloshing heaps mobilized by waves distributing the piles.
	Granulized.
	Homocide.
	Chummified.