クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
M.M.M.F.D.
Performer
Scum
Performer
Insane Poetry
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Holiman
Songwriter
Ivan Ovchinnikov
Songwriter
歌詞
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
Blood moon on the night of our ritual (Yes!)
You're consumed by the sight and the visual (Let's go!)
Ain't no need to fight 'cause it is minimal
'Cause tonight, the knife is for your genitals (Yeah)
And we gon' show you what the people see
While you trapped in the belly of our deity (Whoo! Whoo!)
Turn up the heat and you can hear the people scream
While your flesh melts inside of our evil being
Suffering within a slowly heated trap
'Til their eyes boil out and bones begin to snap
Burning bound up, next to someone that they know
Wishing death would come and not as fucking slow
A disgusting show as we prepare a batch
Of the refill meat as we reel in our catch
Of the ones we snatched that won't be seen again
Only one poetic but we both insane
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
Whoo! Evil acts ain't comprehendible
Probably inedible but meat is smelling nice
Bringing out the animal and though I'm not a cannibal
It makes me drool a little bit while feeding this device
The price for being a piece of shit is not the one that I would not pay
A lot of them and two of us, so everyone is our prey
I'm here to stay, so is the bull, a tool for thinning out the herd
Objections all are overruled, and pleas for mercy go unheard
Barbaric and you have sentenced to death
In the cruelest way possible, singing your flesh
At unbearable levels that make you suffocate
With the stench that make you vomit and defecate
Understand, you're being cooked alive
It's hollowed out for you, come and take a look inside
And that's what Scum told you, knowin' you would fall for it
Serial killers, yeah, we are morbid and
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
It's torture in the belly of a brazen bull
Flames is hot in Satan's pool
Torture, what we came to do
Slowly cut your flesh and your frame in two
Written by: Andrew Holiman, Ivan Ovchinnikov
