Gore Bag

Dead arise at night
they’re craving blood
out to kill at will
psychotic bodies out to maim
their victim seat the flesh of the
dead tear your limbs apart they’re
taking over human gore bag
of partsare chewed to stumps torsos
bleeding every where chopped
to pieces you are dead evil
chant awakens the evil side
of me poking at my skin feasting
on your body slaughter blood to
taste extinction of the human
race victims of society chew
them up and spit them out dying
by the hand of me you are in
danger sickening butchered you
to death unforgiving soul spoking
at my skin feasting on your body
slaughter blood to taste
extinction of the human race