Total Gore?

Time to raise a simple question.
 Do you want to die?
 But not before you've outlived the lives
 Of everyone you know
 And everything you've held close to that blackened heart
 Or have your loved ones look on
 As you succumb to total gore
 Your muscle, your skin
 Your innards nothing is wasted but the minutes,
 the hours, the days you could have suffered.
 Straight to the harvest floor you go now
 Straight to the killing ground you go to die
 Straight to the brain thoughts of remorse surge
 Straight to the gut, panic-struck, you are fucked.
 Do you want total gore?
 Do you want total gore?
 Do you want total gore?
 You got it.
 Acupunctured face with the blades of a rake
 Skinned alive, hung on the line to dry
 Sinew and fatty tissue for soup stock
 Bones collected for future fertilizer.
 Oh you thought you were on top of the food chain but you're not
 Humans make so many mistakes, defecate when we procreate
 Shit-birthed onto innocent earth. Lived to conquer, now you serve
 Revenge sparks regret in man, your blood on our hands.
 In our revenge we reduce you to a bloody stump.
 Maybe we'll mail all your parts back to your family.
 With a note written in your blood "It was your fault".
 This is terrorism. This is vengeance.
 This is humanity in its most basic form.
 The vengeful conquer, the greedy now serve
 Now you get what you want, what you desire
 TOTAL GORE