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.