A shamble of rancid flesh despoiled and left to rot Another commodity, slaughtered, skinned and cheaply bought The scent entices, the necrovores began to slaver Scavengers buzz and burrow in their putrescent palaver If you bleed it they will come As sharks grown voracious at the scent of chum Necrotized, anaesthetized Necrotized, dehumanized Bile-baiting is child's play, second nature of the beast To serve up a bilious buffet for our feculent, feral feast A thrill kill marathon to hyper stimulate the reptile brain Tune in, turn on to a titillating thanatotic ain If you bleed it they will come To feast upon what's spewed from humanity's rectum Necrotized, desensitized Necrotized, lobotomized The mind of morbidity perplexed Putrefaction's pungent, prurient hex With vivisecting vitriol we vex Our sordid, soiled, slaughterous secrets Shocking, septic, sickening scenes, all taken to extremes Sardonic grins take the place of outraged screams When waking nightmare is de rigeur for the daily grind Waxing grotesque is the best means of killing time If you bleed it they will come To live vicariously through the deaths and lives of scum Necrotized, commoditized Necrotized, cadaverized