Autopsy Skull Grinder 1. Strung Up And Gutted Saw you in the woods again Sneaking like a rat Sick pleasure on your mind Got you in my trap Hiding, creeping, think you're safe Feel like you're superior That's not the way I see it I'll show you the meaning of fear Strung up and gutted is what You are going to be A trophy on my wall for eternity The chase, a prelude to the catch I run you to the ground A crudgel to the head You're bleeding and you're bound Consciousness returns, you're being dragged away A plea forms on your lips, my boot kicks it away Strung up and gutted is what You are going to be A trophy on my wall for eternity From the blackness you emerge In my cellar you're confined Screaming, hanging upside down Helpless, twisting, ropes entwined [Lead: Cutler] The knife punctures your abdomen And cuts a trench down to your chin Finally silent, mouth agape Gut by gut, I eviscerate The hunt did not go your way You did not pass my test Your head stares blankly down On a plaque like all the rest Strung up and gutted is what You are going to be A trophy on my wall for eternity 2. Skull Grinder Death scythe raised against a nauseous sky The wielder rots yet takes your fragile life You will be ground up and you will be strewn With more of your kind, you're sentenced to doom Grinding cranium, turning all to pulp Flesh and eyes and guts spilling, fodder for the skull Bowels and brains, feeding the fiends When you turn to slop the pain will ease [Lead: Coralles] The carnage, the horror, agonized screams Rivers of horror and plasmatic streams Red gore and agony, faces in shreds Into the grinder, you're better off dead Grinding cranium, turning all to pulp Flesh and eyes and guts spilling, fodder for the skull Bowels and brains, feeding the fiends When you turn to slop the pain will ease The stench unreal, your innards reveal And soon to be consumed Turned to waste for ghouls to taste Weltering in grume There is no hell, this is where you dwell You'll bleed allegiance to The gnashing teeth, no chance to rot You're all humanary stew [Leads: Cutler/Coralles] 3. Children Of The Filth Out amongst the nothing, a retreat The air is dead and stale, the mist it creeps A filthy, stinking child in rags await How where you to know she was the bait You're gonna die! You stop to help the wretched little thing When more emerges with stick and rocks and painful offerings You're beaten, whipped and forced to your demise Your death is witnessed by a band of cruel and vicious eyes Children of the filth Born to rot, raised in ruin Delighting in their kills And they are not alone Your loved ones come to find When they go looking for you And then they'll loose their minds In a rancid cave where lies the grotesquerie bizarre With live ones behind bars Cocks and breasts and faces torn are strewn across the ground While inbred naked freaks Consume with animalistic chewing sounds [Lead: Cutler] One by one your "saviors" are consumed Their brains defiled, their bones made into weapons foul and true There's sick rejoicing for the twisted beasts A severed head stares onward while excrements are released Children of the filth Born to rot, raised in ruin Delighting in their kills 4. Sanity Bleeds The gates of madness call your wretched name Open wide your skinless arms, let the worms eat into your brain Red thoughts fester, cursed eyes staring Faceless screaming, poison flowing Wrenched from reality, on your fears you feed Your soul in ruin, while sanity bleeds 5. The Withering Death Feel my burning touch It drains you of all life Your thoughts enter my brain Your skin brittle and dry Afflicted by my fire Your eyes are dead and dull I watch you fall to ash I will absorb your soul The withering death, my final gift My talent from beyond And as you crumble, you only hear My poisonous funeral song A heap, a husk, a pile of you Is what I gaze upon You were a breathing waste of life Now all you are is gone [Lead: Coralles] 6. Waiting For The Screams The screams are in my head Like precious red victories Waiting to erupt from the human cage My Triumph is your misery My patience will be rewarded Each second an eternal feast I sit, I dream, I savor every crimson moment Before the shrieking is unleashed There is no hate, there is no rage Soon I'll turn the dark, bloodsoaked page These screams will be only for me Like prisoners they'll be set free [Lead: Coralles] Here we are behind soundproof doors You and I, you're down on all fours Locked away, you will not be found This place is death, just look around I slit my wrist and smear the blood on your face A mask of horror, a clotting embrace And now it's time for my climatic bliss I'm ready for your screams to burst So I rip the stitches from your lips 7. Return To Dead Chris Reifert: Vocals, Drums Eric Cutler: Guitars Danny Coralles: Guitars Joe Allen: Bass