Song | Bloody Chunks |
Artist | Cannibal Corpse |
Album | Eaten Back To Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barnes | |
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air | |
What a rotting stench | |
My imagination runs wild at what it could be | |
Open up the can to discover a dead body | |
Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag | |
Blood is everywhere what a retched sight | |
Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife | |
Lying in the garbage no one else knows | |
What I have found, what should | |
I do?Take it to the police or make it into stew | |
This was an evil committed by the insane | |
Looking down laughing, | |
I am the same | |
The sight of death drives me nuts | |
I must kill to control my brain | |
Swept away by my lust to cause pain | |
Mutilation is my only want | |
The evil inside me gives me | |
The strength to kill at will | |
My life is the means to cause death | |
In the most sinister way | |
I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive | |
I'll take it away, your life will end today | |
I'll leave you to rot, what a sick odor | |
Scream all you want but you can't stop this horror | |
Tasting your life as | |
I drink your blood | |
Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen | |
Dead or living flesh is what | |
I craveI'll kill someone or eat from a grave |
zuo ci : Barnes | |
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air | |
What a rotting stench | |
My imagination runs wild at what it could be | |
Open up the can to discover a dead body | |
Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag | |
Blood is everywhere what a retched sight | |
Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife | |
Lying in the garbage no one else knows | |
What I have found, what should | |
I do? Take it to the police or make it into stew | |
This was an evil committed by the insane | |
Looking down laughing, | |
I am the same | |
The sight of death drives me nuts | |
I must kill to control my brain | |
Swept away by my lust to cause pain | |
Mutilation is my only want | |
The evil inside me gives me | |
The strength to kill at will | |
My life is the means to cause death | |
In the most sinister way | |
I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive | |
I' ll take it away, your life will end today | |
I' ll leave you to rot, what a sick odor | |
Scream all you want but you can' t stop this horror | |
Tasting your life as | |
I drink your blood | |
Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen | |
Dead or living flesh is what | |
I craveI' ll kill someone or eat from a grave |
zuò cí : Barnes | |
Walking down the street, the smell of death in the air | |
What a rotting stench | |
My imagination runs wild at what it could be | |
Open up the can to discover a dead body | |
Or what was left of one, pieces in a bag | |
Blood is everywhere what a retched sight | |
Cut up really small by a razor sharp knife | |
Lying in the garbage no one else knows | |
What I have found, what should | |
I do? Take it to the police or make it into stew | |
This was an evil committed by the insane | |
Looking down laughing, | |
I am the same | |
The sight of death drives me nuts | |
I must kill to control my brain | |
Swept away by my lust to cause pain | |
Mutilation is my only want | |
The evil inside me gives me | |
The strength to kill at will | |
My life is the means to cause death | |
In the most sinister way | |
I see it in your eyes the fear that keeps me alive | |
I' ll take it away, your life will end today | |
I' ll leave you to rot, what a sick odor | |
Scream all you want but you can' t stop this horror | |
Tasting your life as | |
I drink your blood | |
Ripping out your insides, chewing on your spleen | |
Dead or living flesh is what | |
I craveI' ll kill someone or eat from a grave |