(Shrunken) Heads Will Roll

Come view this patch of shrunken heads
Where People were decapitated in their beds.
Mouths sown, unable to speak
Some were strong and some were weak
Tongue removed unable to talk
Shot in the back as they tried to walk.

"Through a incintion in the back of the neck
The flesh and fat our removed from the cranium
There sprits cry out in pain and delirium
Three palm pins hold the mouth in place
Unable to smile, unable to taste
Rubbed down to retain the features
They are the bastard offspring of some other creatures
A wooden ball stuffed over cooked flesh
Herbs containing Tannins take care of what’s left
Red seeds placed under the eyelids to ward of vengeful sprits
Tribesmen protecting their souls in fear
"Atrium" died peacefully here"

And if the heads could smile they would
There Seems burst like flowers in summer
These heads are alive vengeance will be there’s
"Muisak" is here.

The room is consumed with sinister laughter
Music plays to their majestic slaughter
Severed Muscles spasms with fright from a thousand deaths
All Neal in the valley of shrunken heads.