Letra de Thrashaholic

I need your child for a sacrifice So I stabbed him in the chest with a butcher knife I cut out his heart and I cut off his head He's bleeding like mad but your baby is not dead Thrashaholic I cut off his arms and I cut off his legs His mutilated body began to shake There's blood on the walls and there's blood on the floor The morbid saint still wants more Thrashaholic, fuck you, thrashaholic Thrashaholic, fuck you, thrashaholic Your baby won't die by the blade of my knife Getting life from the cord cause he's still in your wife His severed limbs they won't go to waste It's hard to believe how good they taste Thrashaholic, fuck you, thrashaholic Thrashaholic, fuck you, thrashaholic