ترانه:
Annotations Of An Autopsy

She bled from every fucking hole. First step: rip out entrails From her bloody cunt, Nothing but a piece of meat, nothing but a whore. I'm sick and

The sound of laughter inside your head Don't you wish you were born dead The sound of laughter inside your head Makes you wish you were born dead Born

I am the ruler of these plaguelands; my reign drives fear into the heart of any man None will appose me; these corpses are mine. Their blood forever

Selling limbs from a bag was always my forte; I get my stock for perverted clients This is my store Thrust my rotting member deep inside her oozing

My knife is deep inside your fucking uterus Shut your fucking mouth as I'm thrusting My knife inside your sexual organs You should never be allowed

A holy icon, shining down spreading dogma. Its rays suffocate me, blistering the skin of my effigy. A blinding icon. Burns ours eye, branding our minds

(Instrumental)

We see a way We can restore our clarity (WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?!?!) Drinking and fighting, thats how we roll Getting fucked and breaking some skulls

Crushing, bludgeoning you into dust. Mushing, pounding you into dust. Smashing, ripping, pounding your bones into dust. I?m here to bludgeon you. Now