Forgetting Skaro - The Children's Song lyrics

I will punch your phalanges I will lick your diaphragm Until it is soft enough to be smoothified With crunchy bits inside Made from your vertebrae My molars rape their unliving crusts And turn them in to intestines to love Your heart leaves chunky blood clots on my face Where I rip off the flesh above your spleen I slit your eyelids to make paper sheets To decorate the scene of your skinning