Compulsion to Brutalize - Six Feet Under

Die

Die slowly

You won’t survive

Dead

You’re dead

Compulsion to brutalize

Through

The dark

You search never find

The thing you wished was there

That light has now gone black

In the grave

There you scream

With this blade deep in your neck

When I see blood I cut off the head

Cut out your eyes

As veins leak

The flesh dies

Skin punctured

The torso

Hacked open

The mind dies

As you bleed

In the grave

I murder you again

Cutting open holes in your dead rotting

Skin

To release the stench of your life

Another victim dead another one in hell

Die

Die slowly

Die slowly you won’t survive dead you’re

Dead

Compulsion to brutalize

Through

The dark

You search never find

The thing you wished was there

That light has now gone black

In the grave

I murder you again

Cutting open holes in your dead rotting

Skin

To release the stench of your life

Another victim dead

Another one in hell

In the grave

I murder you again

Cutting open holes in your dead rotting

Skin

To release the stench of your life

Another victim dead

Another victim dies