Song | Nothing Left to Mutilate |
Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
Album | The Wretched Spawn |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Owen | |
As I walk behind her, her scent trails me | |
What is it that draws me neared, what could it be? | |
Once I was normal among the sheep | |
Now I'm immortal, in the night | |
I creepSearching for the one, 21, she will run from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed | |
She will pay with the only life that she knows | |
Captured by the gender she loathes | |
Now she is tied, terrified, set aside | |
As I prepare she stared as | |
I tear at the garment she hides behind | |
Her young flesh is so devine | |
One final deed, she will plead, | |
I proceedSatisfying my urge, | |
I will scourge, as | |
I surge through her hallowed femininedomain | |
From her young body. | |
I cant abstain | |
Lifeless she now lies, now untied | |
I defileCarefully scoring her skin | |
I begin from within | |
Removing her organs inspected | |
Still nothing detected[Solo Jack Owen] | |
One way to achieve | |
The info I need | |
Continuing to cleave[Solo Jack Owen] | |
Gradually consumed | |
She was foredoomed | |
Body one big wound | |
Now I am through as | |
I chew on the few pieces that remainof the brain, nothing gained, | |
I continue mysearching in the night for the one who fulfilly my plight | |
Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the glean of my blade, she will pay | |
Nothing left to mutilate | |
Nothing left to mutilate[Solo Jack Owen] |
zuo ci : Owen | |
As I walk behind her, her scent trails me | |
What is it that draws me neared, what could it be? | |
Once I was normal among the sheep | |
Now I' m immortal, in the night | |
I creepSearching for the one, 21, she will run from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed | |
She will pay with the only life that she knows | |
Captured by the gender she loathes | |
Now she is tied, terrified, set aside | |
As I prepare she stared as | |
I tear at the garment she hides behind | |
Her young flesh is so devine | |
One final deed, she will plead, | |
I proceedSatisfying my urge, | |
I will scourge, as | |
I surge through her hallowed femininedomain | |
From her young body. | |
I cant abstain | |
Lifeless she now lies, now untied | |
I defileCarefully scoring her skin | |
I begin from within | |
Removing her organs inspected | |
Still nothing detected Solo Jack Owen | |
One way to achieve | |
The info I need | |
Continuing to cleave Solo Jack Owen | |
Gradually consumed | |
She was foredoomed | |
Body one big wound | |
Now I am through as | |
I chew on the few pieces that remainof the brain, nothing gained, | |
I continue mysearching in the night for the one who fulfilly my plight | |
Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the glean of my blade, she will pay | |
Nothing left to mutilate | |
Nothing left to mutilate Solo Jack Owen |
zuò cí : Owen | |
As I walk behind her, her scent trails me | |
What is it that draws me neared, what could it be? | |
Once I was normal among the sheep | |
Now I' m immortal, in the night | |
I creepSearching for the one, 21, she will run from the gleam of my blade, she has strayed | |
She will pay with the only life that she knows | |
Captured by the gender she loathes | |
Now she is tied, terrified, set aside | |
As I prepare she stared as | |
I tear at the garment she hides behind | |
Her young flesh is so devine | |
One final deed, she will plead, | |
I proceedSatisfying my urge, | |
I will scourge, as | |
I surge through her hallowed femininedomain | |
From her young body. | |
I cant abstain | |
Lifeless she now lies, now untied | |
I defileCarefully scoring her skin | |
I begin from within | |
Removing her organs inspected | |
Still nothing detected Solo Jack Owen | |
One way to achieve | |
The info I need | |
Continuing to cleave Solo Jack Owen | |
Gradually consumed | |
She was foredoomed | |
Body one big wound | |
Now I am through as | |
I chew on the few pieces that remainof the brain, nothing gained, | |
I continue mysearching in the night for the one who fulfilly my plight | |
Searching for the one, 21, she will run from the glean of my blade, she will pay | |
Nothing left to mutilate | |
Nothing left to mutilate Solo Jack Owen |