Letra de Limbs I Chopped

The razor cutting Sliced brittle meat The pale countenance Now disfigured Every piece excised Some organs for dinner hot guts squeezed Slicing Ripping Your flesh and bones I'll grind Anatomizing Reserved fresh organs The same ritual day after day The filthy environment Nauseating stench's perfect for me Sickly Pleasant Compulsively dissecting and eating your organs Dinner time Fresh roasted limbs Craft, pleasure and necessity Leftovers need to be disposed of Mortal remains The fire is already lit