1. Hacksore

Hacksore cutting through my veins
Drill bits drilling in my brain
Buckled down with tightening chain
The slow excruciating pain
Hooked chains cutting human flesh
Where's my Hacksaw?
Face Covered up with mess
Where's my Hacksaw?
Hunting 'round for tools of prey
Where's my Hacksaw?
Slow autopsy of my prey
Where's my Hacksaw?

Blades, Pliers
Industrial snips
Using knives to cut
Out bits
Have you seen my knife
Or hacksaw?

1-2-3-4, Time-for-Hacksore

Hack, Sore

2. Bed 'Em, Behead 'Em

We are an odd couple who live in a flat
Taking home partners who leave in sacks
She uses a cleaver, I use a saw
Saving their faces, their heads are in store

Bed them, Behead them
Bed them, Behead them
Bed 'em, Behead 'em
Bed 'em, Behead 'em

Watching the blood flow
from the headless stump

Wrapping their bodies up
Getting ready to dump
I feel the orgasmic feeling
as I sleep with her head
Feeling the blood drip into my bed

3. Stab Me Till I Cum

Tightly tied to a wooden bed
Twisted thoughts run through my head
A sharpened blade, I push it in
Red blood quickly covers my skin
I feel the orgasm's climax mount
Blood and Cum mix on the ground
Aborted butcherer, I torture myself
Looking at partners on the shelf
Carved innards are starting to smell
My wasted body is usless now
Picking up the butcher knife
pusing it forth with all my might
Blood drips down it's harder to see
Staining red my colourless skin
Feeling faint I start to fall
Shoot my load untill it's gone

Stab in the chest
Cut with a knife
Fluids gush out
Ending my life

4. Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten

Hide my face, my geatures of pain
Is there any point of having a name
I stare in front, I see only red
As I lay here upon my death bed

Cut, gut, beaten, eaten

The cannibals feast upon my innards
Using bark to eat their dinner
Moist muscle, inner bile
Handfuls of viscera
Being eaten in piles

Eaten
Cut, gut, beaten, eaten

A half eaten carcass
soaked in blood
Rotting in the heat, and mud
Cavity wounds, Gaping holes
I'm left disregarded by
these cannibal trolls

5. Corpse Fucking Art

Emaciated stiff
Nauseating tepid whiff
Putrefaction dank in smells
Intoxicating infestation
But most of all, Putrefaction
Aroma of rot, house of necropsy
Tortured, tormented, wriggling corpse
Emaciated stiff,
Rotting to, rotting to,
the gore

You rape 'em
we scrape 'em
No foetus, has ever
beaten us

Exhumed, raped

6. Put Your Bits In A Concrete Mix

I had to kill him, I had no help
I put him in jars upon the shelf
I chopped you up in little bits
Put you in a concrete mix
I licked my lips as I began to flick
The bloody chunks – I feel so sick
They made a plop as the began to sink
I put your bits in a concrete mix

A freshly dug hole,
Filled with 'crete
Soon to be scattered with human meat
Large squares and tiny chunks
Hitting the liquid –
Instantly sunk

Concrete, I put your bits in a concrete mix

7. Mutilated In Minutes, Severed In Seconds

The flesh attack my feet and legs
Eating the muscle through my veins
Attacking my senses –no time to think
Carving through muscle –no time to blink
Chewing, chomping my flesh away
Swimming around my moving feet,
The predators look for,
Something to eat, devoured
Attacking limbs with razor teeth
Crunching quickly,
Shredding meat, devoured

Eaten slowly, ripped apart
Losing consciousness,
Torn apart

Can't fekk nt tattered skin
The fish eat their way in,
Devoured
Neck fills with water
– beginning to choke
An empty shell,
I've lost all hope, devour

Severed in Seconds

8. Gagged, Shagged, Bodybagged

A helpless bastard beginning to choke
Gag him with muslin whilst holding her throat
Hodling them tightly, whist they get tied with rope
Producing a knife and then slitting their throats

I gagged her with muslin
I slit his throat
I pulled down my trousers

Whilst wiping the blood from my coat...

Gagged, shagged, Bodybagged
Gag him, Shag her
Body bag them

A helpless bastard beginning to choke
Gagged with muslin whilst
holding her throat
These sick fantasies
inside my head
Not sleeping with the living
but raping the dead

Gagged, shagged, Bodybagged
Gag him, Shag her
Body bag them

9. Severed, Sawn And Sold As Porn

Trading pieces from a suitcase on a bench
Customers turned on by the horrific stench
Packages, boxes, filled with bits
Tightly packed jars with lids
A torso a fiver, heads are ten
Severed, sawn bodies which once were men
The smell of rot, a potent stench
As I lay them on the bench

Limb by limb by
limb by limb
As I lay on the bench
Bits and pieces all
different races
Customers turned on by
the horrific stench
I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did
I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did
Limb by limb by
limb by limb
Bits and pieces,
stewed in faeces
As I lay them on the bench

I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did
I like what Jeffrey Dahmer did
Limb by limb by
limb by limb
Bits and pieces,
covered in faeces
As I lay them on the bench

Severed, sawn and sold as porn
Severed, sawn
Severed, sawn and sold as porn
sold as porn