Grindhouse

They all think that I am dumb, this goes to show how much they all know.

Eyeless fuck cattle and sleepwalking sheep
Skin covered fuck puppets led by they're strings
With no morals or values they spread there disease
They'd gouge they're own eyes if they seen what I see
Most of them purposeless as they go on with they're day
Like stage props or extras in some sick fuckers play

As the flesh curtains draw silence falls on the crowd
We start off the show, my cock throbs I'm aroused
Let us begin, shall I rid them of skin
Puppets hang from the walls
On my face hangs ones face, round my neck hangs ones balls
As I lick off ones tears and I tear off its clothes
Hear the bubbling blood as I cut through its throat
Slowly rip out it's eyes and then chew off its nose
I must tongue fuck the sockets, from my mouth warm blood flows
Look more puppets are here, I must play with them all
Bound gagged and stapled or nailed to the walls
No more puppets has ears for I've taken them all
Filled the holes in they're heads with my cock and my balls

A quick surgical cut as I lay open ones gut
Flinging flesh through the air, it's my dance of despair
Hear the torturous howls as I bob for it's bowels
With my tongue up it's butt drinking piss from it's cunt
Rub my nose on its clit, my chin covered in shit
As I sing and I dance in my blood soaked romance
In my murderous play, oh how it's been one fine day

As the screams fade away and the silence returns
You can hear the blood drip as the butcher emerged
Scraps of flesh everywhere on a blood covered ground
In a nightmarish scene stands the butcher so proud
Before a motionless, silent, shock induced crowd
The blood covered butcher proudly takes his bow.