Gore Bag

Dead Arise At night They're craving blood Out to kill At will Psychotic bodies Out to maim Their victims Eat the flesh Of the dead Tear your limbs Apart They're taking over Human gore bag Of parts Are chewed to stumps Torsos bleeding Everywhere Chopped to pieces You are dead Evil chant awakens The evil side of me Poking at my skin Feasting on your body Slaughter blood to taste Extinction of the human race Victims of society Chew them up and Spit them out Dying by the hand of me You are in danger Sickening butchered you To death Unforgiving souls Poking at my skin Feasting on your body Slaughter blood to taste Extinction of the human race