Disgusting

Stinking piles of bodies far as eyes can see
Writhing maggots feeding frenzy on each
People that were worthy of their gruesome death
At the hands of the mutilator, oh yes

He collects, he piles, he leaves to the flies
The stench is pleasure for him
He doesn't know why
The mountains of flesh
Decaying and grotesque
His very life's work
To be applauded

The very nature of the victims he collects
Disgusting
Disgusting
The scene if anyone else discovered it
Disgusting
Disgusting

He objects to life for the ones he despises
They drop like flies, to be thrown on the pile
He doesn't have an ounce of regret
If he gets caught, he has done well

He collects, he piles, he leaves to the flies
The stench is pleasure to him
A damn good reason why
The mountains of flesh
Decaying and grotesque
His very life's work
To be applauded

The very nature of the victims he collects
Disgusting
Disgusting
The scene if anyone else discovered it
Disgusting
Disgusting

Watch your back, he's coming
His cleaver is sharpened
Watch your back, he's coming
His grip is tight



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Brucke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link