a twisted psychopath Thinking of a way to make them pay Cooking a daddy stew To celebrate their dads birthday she stabbed him One stab for each year
[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten] Cadaver decapitado Asesino compulsivo Sin razon para matar Era como un deporte Se tenia que realizar Buscando
my mind Tormented thoughts Invades my head The final day has come to me I just have to wait Laid down on my bed waiting For my final breath I have no
children to satisfy their needs Severed child sawn in two Its micro-brain for a mousse Its extremities are like hot-wings Its intestines are for croquettes
cadavers helps me on my search Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying
Music: Juancar / Lyrics: Dave Rotten / Guest Vocalist: Bjoern Goosses] Voracity for human flesh Its something i cant help Forbidden pleasure not for
They had to use He had a special secret related to meat He personally was taking care of it The restaurant was famous for its meat People came just
Of the average human I dont need to kill Not even soil my hands I find it vulgar and crude Others will do it for me Addicted to blood i am, with no remorse
[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten)] Ive always been a quiet guy An introverted personality Never had a really close friend Im difficult to deal with
real For some reason i cant move Im inside a coffin!! I ignore why i am here Perhaps a catatonic state My family though i was dead For how long have