Impulse to Disembowel - Six Feet Under

Back again to kill and gut

I crave intestine

Fist-fucked reduced to a stump

Kill — all

Skinless body

Naked hanging

Blood as draining

Carving, killing

Swollen beauty

Holes appearing

Brutalizing, convulsing

Skinned and greasy

Still breathing

Anal carving

Holes are oozing

Slit your throat — deep

Off cane your head

Pulled out the guts

Right through your fucking neck!

Don’t think I give a fuck about your life or religion

I don’t fucking care about the world you fucking live in

Injecting bleach into your eyes — body starts to quiver

Spilled your guts onto the flor — consume the fecal dralnage

Liver withered — appendix punctured, pancreatic explosion

Knife scraping spinal bone

Like nalls on a chalk board

The pigs the want to lock me up

But the still don’t know who I am

I leave a trall of blood and guts — cold Impulse to disembowel