Song | Hacksaw Decapitation |
Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
Album | Bloodthirst |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mazurkiewicz, OBrien | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them all | |
Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated | |
Rotting flesh scattered around, | |
I feel no remorse | |
I don't remember my name | |
Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly | |
Extracting the brains from the skulls | |
My anger evolves with the more heads | |
I deformSawing the neck, | |
I am engulfed in fantasy | |
Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy | |
Utterly exacerbated, forever deleterious | |
Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood | |
Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhor | |
Beheading sustains my desire, enhancing my primitive mind | |
Annihilation without reprieving | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them at will | |
Predacious, violent killing spree | |
Abolished, putrescent cadavers | |
Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity | |
Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death |
zuo ci : Mazurkiewicz, OBrien | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them all | |
Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated | |
Rotting flesh scattered around, | |
I feel no remorse | |
I don' t remember my name | |
Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly | |
Extracting the brains from the skulls | |
My anger evolves with the more heads | |
I deformSawing the neck, | |
I am engulfed in fantasy | |
Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy | |
Utterly exacerbated, forever deleterious | |
Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood | |
Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhor | |
Beheading sustains my desire, enhancing my primitive mind | |
Annihilation without reprieving | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them at will | |
Predacious, violent killing spree | |
Abolished, putrescent cadavers | |
Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity | |
Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death |
zuò cí : Mazurkiewicz, OBrien | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them all | |
Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated | |
Rotting flesh scattered around, | |
I feel no remorse | |
I don' t remember my name | |
Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly | |
Extracting the brains from the skulls | |
My anger evolves with the more heads | |
I deformSawing the neck, | |
I am engulfed in fantasy | |
Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy | |
Utterly exacerbated, forever deleterious | |
Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood | |
Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhor | |
Beheading sustains my desire, enhancing my primitive mind | |
Annihilation without reprieving | |
Memory of the insane | |
Of killing in so many ways, homicidal | |
Seeking redemption through rage | |
With hacksaws | |
I decapitated them at will | |
Predacious, violent killing spree | |
Abolished, putrescent cadavers | |
Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity | |
Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death |