1. TO BE BUTCHERED

No one can hear us
Roaming around with rotten thoughts of total destruction
Of the fucking vial
So many deserve to die, but they fucking won't
Copping with accepted evil
Some things never change
We all have evil within
Guts out of the mangled carcass, but the rancid stench is still there
Flies and insects roam to the carcass
To hatch their flies in its guts
The rancid stench of rotting flesh, fills the entire room
The blood of a once-living creature
Decorates the floor, the knife's still covered from the carving