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    Gorerotted - Only Tools and Corpses
    1. Zombie Graveyard Rape Bonanza

    The Casket lid ripped open
    A festering, rotten corpse
    The stench of putrefaction
    Just makes me thirst for more

    Pustulous blisters bursting
    Hair comes out in my hands
    The blackened skin peels easy
    Fluid oozes from my gians

    The Casket lid ripped open
    A festering, rotten corpse
    The stench of putrefaction
    Just makes me thirst for more

    Maggots munching near my dick
    Makes me cum, makes me sick

    Wretching
    Gagging
    Heaving
    Chucking

    Im a monster
    Yeah you know what I mean
    Cos I fuck dead girls in the graveyard
    In the graveyard
    In the graveyard, yeah
    I rape their little tush in the graveyard

    Dripping Sebum
    Oozing Pus
    Smearing semen
    Frobidden lust


    2. Hack In The Back Dumped In A Sack

    The Specimen lies there on the stone
    Fluids bubbling from his nose
    Tongue protruding from his mouth
    Eyes all swollen popping out
    Slice him open across his throat
    Cut through muscle tissue and bone
    Crimson blood spills on me
    One more twist his head comes free

    Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
    Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack

    Cutting off the rotting palms
    Wrap them up tight, put them in jars
    Score from chest to pubic bone
    Pull apart and cover your nose
    Take out the stomach kidneys & liver
    Serve up fried for a dainty dinner
    Split the diaphragm under the ribs
    Find the lungs, put your hands in

    Cut in pieces, sealed up in packs
    Hacked in the back and dumped in a sack

    Hang the body in the shed
    Using meat-hooks through the legs
    Catch the blood as it drips from the stump
    Like the others from the past
    The naked belly, full of cysts
    Smells so good, I cant resist
    I know inside this ones the best
    As I eat the rotting chest


    3. Fuck Your Arse With Broken Glass

    Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
    With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge
    Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
    As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine

    He laughs and licks his lips as her bowels drop on the floor
    Watching as she floods the ground with putrid grime and gore
    The pain inside it gets too much, his victim passes out
    He stamps and hits and batters hard nad kicks her while she's down

    Rectal rape with splintered glass
    pushed with force up the victims arse
    Razor slices need to be stitched
    as the arse cheeks split to bits

    Feeling numb, beaten, abused
    Lying still. after being abused

    Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
    Fuck your arse with broken glass

    These sick pleasures people find
    >From raping people from behind

    Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge
    Bottle in my hand, I cut her arse like fudge
    Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine
    Pain and agony tickles up her broken spine

    Fuck...Your...Arse...With broken glass
    Fuck your arse with broken glass


    4. Only Tools And Corpses

    Only tools and corpses in an easy game
    I find live people and I play with them
    I love a scaloel or a stitch or too
    And the way they cry as the needles pulled through
    I love operations and the beautiful stench
    Dissected slowly on my bench
    Sewn up punctures and gaping holes
    Keeping them alive so they can feel it all

    Only tools and corpses

    Then you open up the wounds where the blood has clot
    Draining their fluid through beakers and pots
    No senses left as their blood's sucked dry
    Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye

    Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work
    Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses

    Opened gashes and visible bone shown
    Terrified corpses unable to moan now
    Bloody chunks of my human sacrifice
    Pulled apart like helpless laboratory mice

    Laying their cold organs on my skin
    Fingering the holes where I pushed steel rods in
    Stroking the liver kidneys and heart
    Human dissection is a game an art

    We've got some half priced livers sliced
    Miles and miles of entrails diced
    Tortured with Bon Jovi and David Bowie LPs
    I've killed thingy and whats-his-name (all my victims look the same)
    And kept hold of the eyeballs of a mush from Shepherds Bush
    A bloody fucking mess - All over my nice clean vest

    Only corpse work


    5. Her Gash I Did Splash

    Torture now follows my name
    Amputation and killing becomes a game
    Pain and agony is what they feel
    As I slip them the drug that heals
    Removing and decapitating these pathetic bits
    From what was once a healthy bitch
    Sawing a chiselling the limbs away
    Chucked in a corner left to decay

    A frozen body clinically cut
    Tampered and plundered and totally gut
    Symbolic memories of human trophies
    Fridge full of limbs and no motives
    Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay
    Prostitute heaven such as prey
    Cadavers ripped apart and left to decay

    Frozen the bodies are all locked away
    Buried put in holes left to decay
    Infesting the insects begin to pick away
    Eating eating through the waste decay


    6. Can't Fit Her Limbs In The Fridge

    See through cling film wraps her up tigth
    Motionless sections no longer able to fight
    My doting wife I tried to please her
    So I hacked her up and her in the freezer
    I wouldn't let her leave me so she tried to strike out
    I hit her with a hammer she was dead with one swift clout
    I once used ice to gently tease her
    Now it surrounds her in the freezer
    Put next to lollies and packets of peas
    No room in my fridge cos it's full of her (Barcardi) Breezers
    I've had to keep her in the freezer

    A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade
    Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave
    Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose
    Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes
    I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me
    My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat

    A bucket full of innards and slurry of waste
    Placed in the fridge next to her smiling face
    I've got my memories (I'm keeping her ring)
    We had 10 good years before I done her in

    Lie still my precious...

    Cling film wraps her up tigth
    No longer able to fight
    My wife, I tried to please her
    I put her in the freezer
    I wouldn't let her leave me
    I hit her with a hammer
    I used ice to tease her
    Now it surrounds her in the freezer

    I put her next to lollies and the packets of peas
    With all frozen dinners placed precuriously by her knees
    No room in my fridge cos it's full of her Barcardi Breezers
    I've had to chop her up to fit her in the freezer

    A freshly sharpened knife with a shiny blade
    Holding the stump of her hand pretending to wave
    Popped her eyes out and craved off her nose
    Kept in a bag with her little fingers and toes
    I'll eat her in a stew so she's always with me
    My freezer's full of limb so there's plenty to eat

    I can't fit her limbs in the fridge
    I can't fit her dead limbs in the fridge


    7. Village People Of The Damned

    One injection, one infection
    One injection and the dead are resurrected
    One injection, one infectionm, feasting on the dead

    Now there is nowhere left for me to run
    The armies af the dead come
    Breaking into my place
    Their teeth tearing into my face

    My blood's now starting to drain
    The changes have started in my brain
    Awakening as one of them now, killing as I only know how

    Staggering, wandering, bludgeoning, murdering, tearing, and feeding on tissue and flesh
    My insides and instincts are hungering and thirsting for people with which I can eat and infect
    Smearing and smarming and coating whilst laughing my body and clothes in their blood and their bite
    Eating and munching on flesh is disgusting but hunger won't go so I kill to survive

    One by one the dead arise and stagger around looking for somewhere to feed
    Our numbers grow as people change and start chewing on each other's meat
    Searching more for victims to gnaw and nibble on to get the strength that we need
    Figthting to taste the few that remain before there's nothing left to eat

    Infected now there is nowhere else for them to left to run
    Our army has gathered the undead have come
    Breaking into their blocked off boarded up places
    My teeth begin to tear away at their terrified faces
    Warm feelings inside as their blood starts to drain
    Their changes have started soon they'll rise just the same
    Hunting for food that's not there like us in vain

    One by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
    To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead
    Searching more for victims to nibble for strenght, but we search and find no one left awake
    To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead
    Because one by one more dead arise, trying to find fresh meat to keep them alive
    To many zombies not enough people left, we'll have to move on or soon once again we'll all be dead


    8. Masticated By The Spasticated

    Bound and gaggd in a black pot
    Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt
    Marinated slowly in a secret sauce
    Roasted and served as sumptuous course
    They dribble and drool as I try and get loose
    Stewing slowly in my own juice
    Rubbing their tummies and licking their lips
    Devoured me up and served with chips

    By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
    Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
    We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
    When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
    By the hobblin, wobbling, stammering spacks
    And the inbred freaks with misshapen backs
    Demented 'tards with missing teeth
    Cutting me up and chewing on my meat

    Masticated by the spasticated

    Put me in a pot, put me in the pain
    Boil up my bones, fry my glands
    Take away my heart, put it in the coals
    Slice me up fine, serve me in bowls

    Checks my eyes for signs of life
    Masticated by the spasticated
    I black ou as he sharpens his knife
    Masticated by the spasticated
    By the time they're done there'll be no one left around
    Masticated by the spasticated
    Just a special bus full of mutants geeks and downs
    Masticated by the spasticated
    We'll be beaten tender so we taste real nice
    Masticated by the spasticated
    When we're sliced and diced and served with rice
    Masticated by the spasticated


    9. To Catch A Killer (A Serial Sing-A-Long)

    [John Wayne Gacy]
    My name is John and I dress as a clown, thirty one bodies I've buried underground
    A construction worker I like building flats and pulling rabbits out of hats
    But under my make-up I'm a mischievous man
    Killing as many boys as I can

    [Jack The Ripper]
    Do they who I am? I don't think they do
    Then I'll send them a liver to give them a clue
    I'll send them a letter and write it in blood and tell them about the things I've done

    [Jeffrey Dahmer]
    Brings them back, they drink beer, a deadly brew
    Eating his boys has their flesh for his food
    Gave them money to pose, put a drill in their head
    Didn't want them to leave tried to get them into bed

    [Ted Bundy]
    My name's Ted Bundy and I kill for fun, nobody knows how many I've done
    They tried to lock me up but I escaped from that place
    And when they killed me I had a smile on my face

    [Fred West]
    Killed my kids and the people that we had round to stay
    Put them under the patio so they couldn't get away

    [John George Haigh]
    John George Haigh, you can't catch me
    One fatal error and guilty is my only plea
    Thrity gallons of acid, down in the cellar
    Thrity gallons of acid, false teeth of an unkown dweller
    Come on Mrs D have a dance with me, it's going to be your last
    Sulphuric acid a major key
    Four more before, it's a perfect plan
    Four more again
    Kill as many as I can
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