Baby Brutaliser 歌词

Carving up the young woman's belly to rip out the unborn child Almost fullgrown little baby good enough to brutalise Hacking up the tiny torso, piece of shit Peeling it like an onion Gobbling gutted feeble young Draining snotted bowels makes me almost choke Dumped the little bugger hollowed and disemboweled somewhere in a dumpster Going home, its mother is still there she's so open to me, I can read her like a medical handbook I sew her shut with iron thread and make out with her a couple of times What a pity, nothing will be born I think she is missing her breeding tools Silently I sneak through the streets at night on my way to the hospital and break into the maternity ward The next day, the newspaper headlines scream: "SICK FREAK ON THE RUN - MUST BE STOPPED AT ALL COST" Storing of infants in my cellar Reeking like four months old minced meat in the sun Caressing my olfactory organ, slowly melting my infested brains Carving up the young woman's belly to rip out the unborn child Almost fullgrown little baby good enough to brutalise Brutalise, brutalise, brutalise Babybrutaliser