The Massacre

Hang you from the meat hooks
 Pull your fucking eyes out
 Slash you with a chainsaw
 Watch your leg skid
 Across the floor
 Putrid entrails enduced
 With slugs malicious maggots
 Gnawing at your oozing sockets
 A skinless cadaver
 A heap of stink
 Walls dripping
 With blood
 Filling shattered
 Crevaces
 As you die
 Swarming with flies
 As you die
 Others will fry
 Watch his prey
 Spin in their graves
 Lost in Texas
 The massacre
 Walls dripping
 With blood
 Filling shattered
 Crevaces
 As you die
 Swarming with flies
 As you die
 Others will fry
 Watch his prey
 Spin in their graves
 An eye for an eye
 And a hand for a hand
 And a tooth for a tooth
 Sewing together pieces
 Of their filth
 No matter where you go
 He is right on your ass
 No one will hear you
 Scream
 Lost in Texas
 The massacre
 A cold blooded murderer
 Six innocent people dead