Carved to the Bone - Entrails

Mad butcher, I sharpen my knife

My sole purpose is to drain lives

At my house in the basement below

I’ve got three people hidden, they can’t say no

Bound and gagged, to avoid that they’ll flee

I find pleasure in murdering three

Pure carnal lust

Makes me feel alive

Carved to the bone

Slit the jugular and let it flood

The best method for emptying them of blood

Then I cut their flesh right to the bone

This is the part where my addiction has grown

I keep their flesh in my freezer to eat

Nothing’s better than tender human meat

It’s what I crave, and more I’ll taste

A constant hunger for human waste

I snatch my victims when they come to me

Invite them in and set my madness free

I take my favorite knife with sharp steel

And hang 'em up by their heels

Pure carnal lust

Makes me feel alive

Carved to the bone