My life, my soul My thoughts are my own I live to die That's why I was born Kill or be killed The law of the land Standing tall, I'm not running scared
Human target
Scared, beaten My bones were broken Bruised, mistreated For what I believe in Survive or die Fear for your life I grip the gun tight Three shots to the chest One to the head Standing tall, I'm not running scared
living through the violence I'm just surviving - there's no way to end This One more dead, one survives Instinct to live Living through the violence I'm just surviving - there's no way to end This Living through the violence I'm just surviving - there's no way to end This One more dead, one survives Instinct to live I won't - die
My life, my soul My thoughts are my own I live to die That's why I was born Kill or be killed The law of the land Standing tall, I'm not running scared Survive or die Fear for your life I grip the gun tight
Suffer inside myself There is no hope in this grave Bottomless, the deepest depths, an empty pit No way to live, dead It's killing me, this deadly plague Poisoned blood runs through my veins Finding pleasure within the pain
I'm suffering, a step away from the edge One more rush All I need is a harder push There is no cure, my infection is self-inflicted I'm suffering in ecstasy Slowly dying inside my body Locked away with no escape Finding pleasure within the pain
A step away from the edge One more rush All I need is a harder push There is no cure, my infection is self-inflicted It's killing me, this deadly plaque Poisoned blood runs through my veins Finding pleasure within the pain
I'm suffering, suffer inside myself There is no hope in this grave Bottomless, the deepest depths, an empty pit No way to live, dead
A step away from the edge One more rush All I need is a harder push There is no cure, my infection is self-inflicted I'm suffering in ecstasy Slowly dying inside my body Locked away with no escape Finding pleasure within the pain
I'm going straight to hell to burn in flames with the devil fuck the church and that christian shit my tombstone's carved with a six six six i don't care about the lies that you preach alive to live, not to believe in a god that i cannot see
after death after life in the grave to never wakle after death enter life
in the grave into the dark as flesh turns and rots the blood in my veins doth clot
i'll be smiling as i decompose as the rats eat my skin and bone no escape when death comes to call inside my skull maggots still crawl from the coffin your world looks so small the reaper awaits us all
Pulled down to the depths I feel that I am going under Swept away I struggle now Gasping for my last breath Choking me - I can not breathe Liquid vision, all I see
Drifting - no sign of life Floating dead The tide carries me Fluid fills my lungs, as my eyes open wide I can't reach the surface - no sense of true direction My body turns - violently Cramping limbs - to weak to swim Drifting - no signs of life Floating dead The tide carries me Drowning too weak to swim Floating dead - the tide carries me away Submerged in this grave My body set a drift Skin is white and cold Sinking to the depths In this liquid terror Dead and motionless Drifting - no sign of life floating dead the tide carries me Drowning too weak to swim Floating dead the tide carries me
Crushed by rocks and current I float up to the surface My body washed ashore - swollen from exposure Black and blue, lifeless dead Suffocation - in liquid
Drifting - no sign of life Floating dead the tide carries me Drowning too weak to swim Floating dead the tide carries me - away
After we die, invading our bodily cavities The young of insects feed On our inactive brains And numb spinal chords Open sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus - from us Dead human flesh brings nourishment Survival from what is dead and cold Our unburied carcass' Will be reduced to bone Open sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus - they're feeding on our souls A sickening odor seeps - from us
Inside they multiply
Devour us piece by piece New life from us, dead life not lost They feed to hatch the spawn Devour us piece by piece This dead life not lost New life from us - dead life not lost New life from us Open sores drain slow Spouting yellow pus They're feeding on our souls A sickening odor seeps - from us insect - insect, insect maggots
The knife will cut into your flesh soon to be ripped through Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting It now engulfs you, the terror it builds too The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment Pools of blood drip from your carcass Open wounds cleaned with your piss
In feces i drown you choke on the filth of you Your skin is smeared with shit the knife cuts into it Your screams fall on deaf ears, the pain surmounting The fear of your own death, a putrid dismemberment Pools of blood drip from your carcass Open wounds cleaned with your piss
See the knife Cut your flesh Still alive But decapitated
Headless stump Buried deep Severed legs and arms And pulled out teeth
Fingers cut off And toes too Left in water electrocute From eye sockets blood does shoot Gangrene is fed to you
The nightmares have come true, A violent death is upon you The pigs will never find you Ill scatter the pieces of you Flesh and skin is removed Every bone, every bone in your body is smashed
chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunder of the cannibal tribe
the art of headhunting
hack, hack, hack, the sound of the axe bone-splitting force seperates head from neck run for your life, run for your life spine splits in half as your neckbone now cracks
meat to rot from the corpse maggots feed as you decompose
I feed on the maggots and feed on your soul
the art of headhunting
chop, chop, chop, off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe
I take chances thinking of death i really just wish for it if it came today i'd kneel down and ask would you take my soul away?
take it away, would you take my soul? take it away...
it comes down to this simple fact life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end it seems like the end every day it seems like the end and i don't want to pray for forgiveness or for strength just gonna end this miserable life it comes down to this simple fact life's not worth living wehen it seems like the end
this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide this suicide inside this suicide
your intervenig it made me believe that i'm alive i'm not better off dead i'll take my chances i'm gonna live and turn the gun on you instead
Chop, chop, chop off comes the head I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe
The art of headhunting
Hack, hack, hack the sound of the axe bone-splitting force separates head from neck run for your life, run for your life spine splits in half as your neck bone now cracks
Meat to rot from the corpse maggots feed as you decompose
I feed on those maggots and feed on your soul
The art of headhunting
Chop, chop, chop off comes the head i'm on a killing spree, machete in hand run for your life, run for your life headhunter of the cannibal tribe
The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead Entombs the lifeless The darkest black is cast The shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you
In the cemetary You have been left unburied The vultures pick at your eyes
The cold grasp, a blood hand The skeleton, it cracks And its twitching Inside of your body
The brain retreats The heart beats no longer In denial Life no longer there
To comfort To invigorate To betray you The rotten now await you
Meet the Devil's keeper In the shadow of the reaper The rotten now await you To invade you
The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead Entombs the lifeless The darkest black is cast The shadow of the reaper, will you take it hand The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you
In the cemetary You have been left unburied The vultures pick at your eyes
