Testo di Exit Wounds

Into the bush, I'm felling the rush A taste for flesh, To drink the blood that's fresh Dawn brings the sun its time to have some fun unsheathe my knife, ready to take a life Exit wounds The blade punctures through your weak skin Blood runs steaming, smeared on my chin Behold the flesh it makes an awful mess The wounds have dried now I will take your hide Remove the head a trophy of the dead Not clear to see, its an human taxidermy Exit wounds