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
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