The butcher is here, feeding his sickness
A psycho is on the loose out on the streets
Looking for victims, filthy inferior who*e
Society's rules, have altered a bit
No conscience, no rules, no pity
All boundaries gone
As he butchered the b**h and stabbed her to d**h dragging her trough the dirt
Let's go to the shed and rip of your skin
Butchered like a pig
Society's rules, have altered a bit
No conscience, no rules, no pity
All boundaries gone
Morbid ways to pleasure himself
He continues his sickening work
An orgy of blood, dismemberment, gore
The ma**acre taste like more
The s**ual need for dissecting girls
A lust he cannot control
The table is soaked with blood and pain
The horror is beyond belief
Eviscerate in tombs of flesh, d**h is all I see
Wasting blood, ripping through flesh
Meat factory
Welcome to the farm of d**h
And meet the legend inside
The king of dissection
In his palace of gore
Pig farm butchery